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Two words of love - P.Sunghoon

Pairings: Park Sunghoon X F!Reader

Genre: Horror(little bit). Drama.

Warning: death.

Description: Have you ever felt like you're living to survive? What if someone you dearly love brought you to hell? What if you're no longer able to survive? Will you kill yourself, or him instead?

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(the description is shitty but I went through my drafts again and saw that this is finished...one of my favs but the first half part is boring...but the ending is kinda cute so...yeah. I'll be in senior high btw.)

• • • • •

Flesh and bone met each other as the sweet taste of iron filled Y/n’s mouth. She hugged her shudders as she lay her whole body on the cold floor, waiting for another pain to touch her in a few seconds. But there came none.

9:41. She closed her eyes as she listened closely to Sunghoon’s movements. She heard him walk away from her as the door creaked open and closed.

It’s been that way since they married three years ago. It’s been her job to ease his stress whenever Park Sunghoon’s been beaten up with his career, and still…all this time she said none. She’d gladly do his meal, do his laundry, clean all the things he had that should be clean, massage him whenever he needed it, sing him a lullaby if he could not sleep, tell him all sorts of lies to ease his worries, but all of those—best. it should suit his taste. It should be perfect. It should be something like him. It should be the best. Park Sunghoon does not need Y/n’s advice, doesn’t need her to complain, and doesn’t want her poor work; she must do all things to perfection. He just could not accept it if anything’s not to his taste if she complained—no. she should never. He does not need her voice to speak with any kind of authority and complaints; after all, he had never brought money to her table less than any job she’d had, paid her. But even requesting food or asking her what she wants for dinner is forbidden.

Y/n pulled herself up from the floor before her whole body turned cold from lying for too long. Lifting her heavy bruised head, the wall clock ticked for midnight. She had been lying for three hours without any kind of movements but her breathing. She looked around her, the whole house was neat, the floor could even pass as a bed, but the broken pitcher on the kitchen floor—she needed to clean it up before Sunghoon felt his thirst. So as fast as her beaten bruised body could do, she grabbed all the shards on the floor, hastily picking every piece of glass—she needed to hurry because probably in no time, he might wake up from the loud noise her chest was making…Y/n can see red. She needs to clean it up. But the glass. Clean the glasses first then clean the red on the floor, clean the red on her hands, clean her shaking hands, clean her wobbly feet, clean her shivering body. She could not breathe, she could barely see the shards she was picking. If only she could turn it all back and never loved him—never married him.

The sound of pouring water, and the burning of the wounds and bruises all around Y/n’s body made her wince in pain. If only the water were quiet whenever it hit the bathroom floor, and if only the pain in her back never made her make such a sound. She’s afraid he’ll wake up and hurt her again. _______

Y/n tapped her screen to turn off the alarm. 6:04. Pulling herself from the couch, she heaved a sigh. An hour from now, Sunghoon will be awake for work. Y/n wasted no more seconds and went to the kitchen, rinsed white rice then proceeded to turn on the rice cooker, broke an egg, cut a sausage in half, and threw it on the hot oiled pan. Y/n can barely feel the cuts on her palms, and can hardly complain about the throbbing of her body.

She heard the shower open and the door slammed closed. 6:57. That fast? Pouring water into the kettle, she hastily put two scoops of tea into the teapot. 7:06. He should be putting on clothes now and should be done in a moment. Y/n put a plate on the table as neatly as possible, took a pair of chopsticks, and took Sunghoon’s favorite seasoning from the cabinet.

Sunghoon didn’t say a word as he pulled the chair and sat down soundlessly. Y/n put a half teaspoon of nutmeg into his rice, poured the boiling water into the teapot, and served her peaceful husband a cup of tea.

They stayed quiet as Y/n cut three carrots, while Sunghoon eat his meal. Y/n can still remember the night they first met, the jobs that made them so close, and the whole moment of their wedding. Now Y/n could only wait for him to leave so she could sleep at least just for an hour.

“Karin will be eating dinner with me.” Sunghoon will not be home until tomorrow afternoon. Y/n could sleep a day, or at least walk Gauel to the park later or tomorrow morning. But Sunghoon must not see her slacking off. He doesn't like it when she rest.

After Sunghoon put down his utensils and stood up, Y/n ran to fetch a coat for him and grabbed his things while she waited for him by the door. She held the coat wide for him to wear and gave him his things, held the door open until he stepped outside their apartment.

“Come back safely.” Sunghoon went on his way without answering—like usual—and Y/n locked the door once he was out of sight.

Park Sunghoon is a former idol and is currently big in the modeling industry. Eleven years ago when he started his modeling, after a year of being a minor model, he became a Vogue cover, went to different countries, endorsed, modeled, and walked through the runway with different luxury brands. In the years of his success, there he met Lee Y/n. Y/n was Sunghoon’s makeup artist for seven years, and she’s the sister of one of his friends Lee Heeseung. There were times and events when Y/n and Sunghoon interacted outside of work because of their connection with Lee Heeseung. Time passed. They fell in love and dated for four years.

Sunghoon was the sweetest when they dated. Always checking on her, asking for what she thinks, and what she likes. He’d take care of her when she was unable to take care of herself. He’d act like a child just to get her attention. She always felt like the most significant person in the world. The most important person to him. She didn’t know what happened.

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The feeling of knocking loudly on the hard tiled floor, and the feeling of feeling nothing at all—Park Sunghoon lifted himself from laying, then eventually felt warm hands on his shoulders and back, guiding him on the pillow to lean on his back, then he slap the hands away.

The last thing Sunghoon remembered was that he was feeling sick, then suddenly lost consciousness, unable to register what was happening around him, then eventually knocked himself down while on shoot.

“I was worried—”

“You did this, didn’t you?” Voice lashed with cold, he looked up at Y/n who met his eyes.

“Did what...?”

He couldn’t believe her. How could she act all innocent? Was she jealous of Karin that’s why she did this. Was she mad at him because of what happened last time with their date? Just what is wrong with her?

“Put nutmeg on my food every single meal.” His face was solid rock. His brows met each other while his jaw clench hard.

Y/n creased a confused face. She thought he liked it when she added a little nutmeg on his rice. What is it this time? Y/n truly is getting tired.

“You—you said you liked it when I add nutmeg into your rice?” She whispered as she held her hands tightly below her, preventing them from shaking.

“We’ll talk later at home.” Sunghoon managed to say on gritted teeth, while Y/n swallowed whatever she could swallow.

Was it her fault again? She didn’t know why he fainted, the doctor didn’t say anything to her, all she knew was that he fainted while on the shoot...but she wished he’d not hurt her, she wished he’d just forget whatever her sin was, she would gladly apologies to him—kneel and beg for forgiveness, ask for him not to give her another cut and bruise to fix and cover.

Sunghoon slowly pushed himself off the bed, and as he stood up, he couldn’t help but wince in pain, slowly, he put his hand on his temples. Y/n called out to him, helping him to sit down again.

“I’m sorry, Sunghoon—wha—whatever happened, I’m very sorry, I didn’t mean it. Please, if you could ever give me time to make it up—please forgive me—”

“SHUT UP!” Y/n didn’t cry because he slapped her hands away, it was his unforgiving voice that startled at her. She could feel her throat clench.

Slowly and gently, she tried to catch Sunghoon’s hands. He didn’t resist nor slap her hands away this time, but Y/n could feel his hard fist.

“Let’s go home.” Y/n followed quietly.

_____

Park Sunghoon once complimented Lee Y/n’s cooking when they were still mare acquaintances. It was a normal Monday at work and Y/n always packed her lunch, and unexpectedly, Park Sunghoon came up to her to eat lunch together. Sunghoon liked the rice…the rice had nutmeg at that time.

Earlier at 8:21 at work, Sunghoon felt weird sensations in the pit of his stomach, while his surroundings danced around him. It wasn’t the first time it happened at work, and it wasn’t the first time that it happened anywhere. There are times when he constantly feels nauseous while having severe headaches, while everything around him seems to change shapes. He thought it was his overworking.

The last thing Sunghoon heard was ringing and Karin’s soft voice called over him and then he passed out. He woke up lying in the hospital bed with a doctor hovering over him. The doctor said that his constant nausea and hallucinations were the effect of digesting too much nutmeg, and the only one making his meal was his wife. It was always ordered food whenever he and Karin had meals.

Back at home, Y/n and Sunghoon sat still on the couch. Y/n’s looking at her trembling hands as Sunghoon stare at her with gritted teeth. Y/n whispered out trying to break the silence.

“You—You once told me you liked rice with nutmeg—” A loud bang cut through her words. Sunghoon smashed the wooden table separating them, as Y/n tried to cover her mouth, swallowing her cries.

“Y/n.” Sunghoon called out. But Y/n couldn’t look him in the eyes, her line of view could only register his clenching fist on the table through tear eyed sight.

“I’ve been feeling sick—I thought I was dying!” He raised his voice, she made a whimper.

“I’ve been blaming my work! And it’s all because you! You were trying to kill me—you tried to kill me, Y/n!” finally she looked him in the eye shaking her head.

“No—no, Sunghoon that’s not—” Y/n extended her arms to hold him by the table as she lifted herself up from sitting, but he raised his hand high above her, then she lay still on the floor, staring at the tiled ground with tears swelling her eyes. She couldn’t help it anymore, the whole apartment echoed her loud cries. Then, in a second the bedroom door slammed closed, and she was left alone with her silent whimpers.

She didn’t mean it, she only wants his approval, his acknowledgement; she only wanted Sunghoon to eat with her at dinner instead of spending all his night with Karin. She only wanted him to return and be the man she loved once.

Y/n wasn’t ignorant about the effect of too much nutmeg, that’s why she only added a little every meal. But when Sunghoon started to eat dinner with Karin and come back home late, and sometimes not returning home at all—Y/n took the opportunity to add a half tea spoon of nutmeg into his every breakfast. A part of Y/n knew that she added nutmeg with ill intent. While most part wants him to acknowledge and notice her. Then, it really was her fault…

After lunch earlier, when her phone rang with an unknown caller ID and told her the news of her husband passing out, she immediately put down Gauel and rushed to the hospital. When she arrived, the doctor only told her that he already woke up last hour, and eventually returned back to sleep. Then the doctor said nothing more.

When Sunghoon woke up and told her about the nutmeg, she was shaken, she thought she could kill herself for being the one who caused danger to her husband—now, she could only swallow her cries when he lifted his fist and broke from her touch. He hit her face strong enough to send her frozen on the floor.

Whenever Sunghoon is angry, often at her, Y/n slept at the spare room while Sunghoon locked himself alone in their bedroom. The first time they had a fight, Sunghoon told her that he wanted to be alone and slept at the spare room. But to Y/n’s conscience, she begged Sunghoon to sleep at their room instead since it’s much comfortable there than sleeping on the dusted bed at the spare room. Now, whenever Sunghoon’s mad at her, Sunghoon would locked himself alone in their room, with her no way of getting inside. She often felt like he already abandoned her, but he also needed a slave to take care of him, that’s why until now Sunghoon haven’t chased her out.

Like the usual, Y/n would get up at 5-6 am to prepare his meal, then see him off at the door. But today, after arranging his breakfast at the table, Sunghoon spared her no glance and went out without telling her a word. He doesn’t want to eat. He doesn’t trust her.

So Y/n sat down and ate his meal instead. Seconds passed and her head’s already flooded with thoughts. Minutes passed and her thoughts made her burst out crying.

Why did everything turned out to be like this? Why did he turned out to be like this? Is he still Sunghoon? The one she loved? Or was this someone else? It must have been his façade. He must’ve tricked her, and she fell in love with the idea of him without actually knowing him. It was all her fault was it? Should she die and end everything with her last breath? Or should he die and free herself?

Y/n spent her all morning thinking of ways to get rid of her pains, until Gauel barked at her to snap out of it. She saw Park Sunghoon in red just then. She slapped herself for the ridicule she’s been thinking and proceeded to do her chores.

Late that evening, she baked tiramisu—Sunghoon’s favorite—and cooked galbi jjim with other various dishes, also opened a bottle of soju, and message him at 6:03, apologizing and wishing him home, telling him she cooked his favorite and she didn’t add nutmeg in any of the dishes nor the rice.

8:37. Y/n had already set up the table and the dishes, and somewhere between 8-9, Sunghoon will be home. So she patiently readied herself sitting on the chair, checked her phone if he had already replied, but unfortunately, he left her on read. Well, at least he read. He knows she’s making all the efforts to apologize. Y/n let out a sigh and wished that he’d show up.

11:21. All the dishes had already run cold. Y/n was broken from her trance when Gauel approached her and barked. Her phone rang. it was Sunghoon’s caller ID.

“Oh!” It was a girl’s giggle with mumblings over the background.

“Uhm, who is this?”

“Y/n!” Y/n recognized the voice, it was her old coworker’s voice, before she resigned and married Sunghoon. It was Karin’s. Y/n couldn’t help but swallowed the lumps forming on her throat.

“Su—Sunghoon won’t be home for a while…” Karin’s voice was sloppy and uneven. She must be drunk.

“Why? Did something happen?”

“What? Of course not! Silly Y/n—” She hiccupped. “Just wanted to tell you Sunghoon’s unavailable to see you for dinner tonight.” Low grunts from the background made Y/n’s shoulder shiver.

“Why are you telling me this, where is he?” Y/n’s voice must’ve been shacking, she could feel her throat and chest throbbing.

“Hmm? What is it?” seconds of pause and Karin laughed on the other line.

“Sunghoon’s asleep honey! Bye~”

“wait! Kari—” Karin’s voice was replaced with ringing. Y/n slowly put the phone down, stood up and entered their bedroom, leaving the dishes cold on the table. Sunghoon’s probably drunk with Karin, doing who knows what…Y/n couldn’t take it anymore.

Sunghoon didn’t mean to not return home after three whole days…he just wanted a time alone and free himself from stress; it’s just that, Y/n has been giving her head ache for these past few days, and he wanted to clear his head, though Karin has been with him throughout those past three days.

Sunghoon slowly turned the knob. The whole apartment is pitch black, while there was an unpleasant smell lingers the air. Sunghoon ran and turned the lights open. There, at the table lays bowls, plates, and cups of rotten dishes. Sunghoon registered the decaying smell of gochujang and the smell close to a dead rat. In instinct he put his arms on his mouth and nose. What the hell is this? Where is Y/n?

Sunghoon wasted no more time and burst the bedroom door open and turned on the lights. No sign of his wife. He then strode to the bathroom door, pushed the curtains away, and no one’s there. He checked the spare room, checked the roof deck, checked the longue again, shuffled through Y/n’s dresser and closet. Her stuff is still there.

Y/n must’ve left since the night she last messaged him about the meal she made…she was apologizing to him, and he was with Karin. He remembered there were a time that night when Karin borrowed his phone and called someone. Was it Y/n? Sunghoon roughly shuffled his hair, scratched his palms, massaged his temples. Karin must’ve said something to Y/n. As far as he could remember, Karin drove him to the hotel he stayed at, then stopped in the middle of the road to borrow his phone, then when he’s inside the hotel room, he locked the door and said goodbyes to Karin. That’s all that happened that night…

Sunghoon grabbed his coat, turned off the lights and went outside. He needs to find Y/n. He must’ve been hard on her. Just what the hell did Park Sunghoon do?

Sunghoon felt the cold wind brush through his hair once he went down the apartment stairs, and now he stands alone in the roads. With his messy and scattered thoughts, the muffled screams of vehicle horns, yells of the drivers ahead of him, and the sound of his far distance apologies—he ran his eyes around him, he didn’t care if he’s in the middle of the road, but he’ll find his wife. He needed to find his wife.

To no avail, Park Sunghoon never had any trace of her. Slowly, with no energy left from his body, he opened the door and slam it close behind him. Something lunged at him...then burning and chocking—he could not breath. Sunghoon held the belt around his throat. With all his strength, he tried to lift up the person behind him as his sight blur while his breathing shortens, and a loud weight hitting the floor made his lungs finally grasps for air. Park Sunghoon stared at his wife slowly lifting herself up from the floor. Is he seeing this right? Y/n—Y/n…she—Y/n. His Y/n was trying to kill him…

Sunghoon couldn’t move on his feet. His eyes are wide open, his breathings are accelerating and accelerating until a quiet shriek left his mouth. His whole body was frozen when his wife lifted her head up to look at him. Tears flooded her eyes as she slowly stands up. Her whole body was shaking, and her loud cries filled Sunghoon’s hearing. Y/n lunge at him, running, tackling him down on the floor, Sunghoon held her wrist as she pushed her whole strength into the knife she’s holding. Sunghoon called out her name, but her cries only got louder and louder until his grip on her loosen. One, two, three...six—she stabbed and stab and stab. Sunghoon stared at his lovely wife. Her hair loose on their tight bun, he badly wants to hug her on her pink blooded apron she always wore whenever she cooks him meal. Slowly and gently, Park Sunghoon touched her wet cheeks. Little by little, her skin turned red as he kept on caressing her softly. Y/n screamed her pain and Sunghoon could only smile at her, because now he understands, he wasn’t able to be a good husband for her.

“I’m sorry,”

With the last of his strength, and the last burning of his breath, he held her hands tightly, and closed his eyes. Y/n lifted an axe.

The first time Park Sunghoon saw her was at Lee Heeseung’s 20th birthday, back in the times they were newly debut. She wore a ridiculous ankle pink boots and a twin messy braid. He remembered Heeseung and her argued about Heeseung not informing her that his friends will come, she should’ve wore something decent. But Park Sunghoon loved that outfit. That’s the outfit he always loved.

It was snowing hard outside when they first met at work. Y/n was newly hired as Sunghoon’s makeup artist. She remembered his soft smile that burned her cheeks, she remembered when Sunghoon first asked her out, she remembered when he first kissed her, she remembered his heat all over her—not like this, cold and still.

The taste of sweet, salty and savory erected at Y/n’s tongue. The sensation of chewy and juicy flooded her mouth, and when she swallowed, a great feeling of longing, sorrow and grief left her body weak. The body-less of Park Sunghoon’s head stare at Park Y/n as she opened her mouth, bringing a spoon full of his love for her to digest.

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Note: HI! all the infos about nutmeg is from google...so...pls don't attack me. Btw i'm sorry Sunghoon died. and i'm sorry i was dead for too long....so yeah...

#enhypen #enhypen ff #enha #enha angst #enhypen scenarios #Enhypen thriller

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Two words of love - P.Sunghoon

Pairings: Park Sunghoon X F!Reader

Genre: Horror(little bit). Drama.

Warning: death.

Description: Have you ever felt like you're living to survive? What if someone you dearly love brought you to hell? What if you're no longer able to survive? Will you kill yourself, or him instead?

Not Proofread

(the description is shitty but I went through my drafts again and saw that this is finished...one of my favs but the first half part is boring...but the ending is kinda cute so...yeah. I'll be in senior high btw.)

• • • • •

Flesh and bone met each other as the sweet taste of iron filled Y/n’s mouth. She hugged her shudders as she lay her whole body on the cold floor, waiting for another pain to touch her in a few seconds. But there came none.

9:41. She closed her eyes as she listened closely to Sunghoon’s movements. She heard him walk away from her as the door creaked open and closed.

It’s been that way since they married three years ago. It’s been her job to ease his stress whenever Park Sunghoon’s been beaten up with his career, and still…all this time she said none. She’d gladly do his meal, do his laundry, clean all the things he had that should be clean, massage him whenever he needed it, sing him a lullaby if he could not sleep, tell him all sorts of lies to ease his worries, but all of those—best. it should suit his taste. It should be perfect. It should be something like him. It should be the best. Park Sunghoon does not need Y/n’s advice, doesn’t need her to complain, and doesn’t want her poor work; she must do all things to perfection. He just could not accept it if anything’s not to his taste if she complained—no. she should never. He does not need her voice to speak with any kind of authority and complaints; after all, he had never brought money to her table less than any job she’d had, paid her. But even requesting food or asking her what she wants for dinner is forbidden.

Y/n pulled herself up from the floor before her whole body turned cold from lying for too long. Lifting her heavy bruised head, the wall clock ticked for midnight. She had been lying for three hours without any kind of movements but her breathing. She looked around her, the whole house was neat, the floor could even pass as a bed, but the broken pitcher on the kitchen floor—she needed to clean it up before Sunghoon felt his thirst. So as fast as her beaten bruised body could do, she grabbed all the shards on the floor, hastily picking every piece of glass—she needed to hurry because probably in no time, he might wake up from the loud noise her chest was making…Y/n can see red. She needs to clean it up. But the glass. Clean the glasses first then clean the red on the floor, clean the red on her hands, clean her shaking hands, clean her wobbly feet, clean her shivering body. She could not breathe, she could barely see the shards she was picking. If only she could turn it all back and never loved him—never married him.

The sound of pouring water, and the burning of the wounds and bruises all around Y/n’s body made her wince in pain. If only the water were quiet whenever it hit the bathroom floor, and if only the pain in her back never made her make such a sound. She’s afraid he’ll wake up and hurt her again. _______

Y/n tapped her screen to turn off the alarm. 6:04. Pulling herself from the couch, she heaved a sigh. An hour from now, Sunghoon will be awake for work. Y/n wasted no more seconds and went to the kitchen, rinsed white rice then proceeded to turn on the rice cooker, broke an egg, cut a sausage in half, and threw it on the hot oiled pan. Y/n can barely feel the cuts on her palms, and can hardly complain about the throbbing of her body.

She heard the shower open and the door slammed closed. 6:57. That fast? Pouring water into the kettle, she hastily put two scoops of tea into the teapot. 7:06. He should be putting on clothes now and should be done in a moment. Y/n put a plate on the table as neatly as possible, took a pair of chopsticks, and took Sunghoon’s favorite seasoning from the cabinet.

Sunghoon didn’t say a word as he pulled the chair and sat down soundlessly. Y/n put a half teaspoon of nutmeg into his rice, poured the boiling water into the teapot, and served her peaceful husband a cup of tea.

They stayed quiet as Y/n cut three carrots, while Sunghoon eat his meal. Y/n can still remember the night they first met, the jobs that made them so close, and the whole moment of their wedding. Now Y/n could only wait for him to leave so she could sleep at least just for an hour.

“Karin will be eating dinner with me.” Sunghoon will not be home until tomorrow afternoon. Y/n could sleep a day, or at least walk Gauel to the park later or tomorrow morning. But Sunghoon must not see her slacking off. He doesn't like it when she rest.

After Sunghoon put down his utensils and stood up, Y/n ran to fetch a coat for him and grabbed his things while she waited for him by the door. She held the coat wide for him to wear and gave him his things, held the door open until he stepped outside their apartment.

“Come back safely.” Sunghoon went on his way without answering—like usual—and Y/n locked the door once he was out of sight.

Park Sunghoon is a former idol and is currently big in the modeling industry. Eleven years ago when he started his modeling, after a year of being a minor model, he became a Vogue cover, went to different countries, endorsed, modeled, and walked through the runway with different luxury brands. In the years of his success, there he met Lee Y/n. Y/n was Sunghoon’s makeup artist for seven years, and she’s the sister of one of his friends Lee Heeseung. There were times and events when Y/n and Sunghoon interacted outside of work because of their connection with Lee Heeseung. Time passed. They fell in love and dated for four years.

Sunghoon was the sweetest when they dated. Always checking on her, asking for what she thinks, and what she likes. He’d take care of her when she was unable to take care of herself. He’d act like a child just to get her attention. She always felt like the most significant person in the world. The most important person to him. She didn’t know what happened.

_____

The feeling of knocking loudly on the hard tiled floor, and the feeling of feeling nothing at all—Park Sunghoon lifted himself from laying, then eventually felt warm hands on his shoulders and back, guiding him on the pillow to lean on his back, then he slap the hands away.

The last thing Sunghoon remembered was that he was feeling sick, then suddenly lost consciousness, unable to register what was happening around him, then eventually knocked himself down while on shoot.

“I was worried—”

“You did this, didn’t you?” Voice lashed with cold, he looked up at Y/n who met his eyes.

“Did what...?”

He couldn’t believe her. How could she act all innocent? Was she jealous of Karin that’s why she did this. Was she mad at him because of what happened last time with their date? Just what is wrong with her?

“Put nutmeg on my food every single meal.” His face was solid rock. His brows met each other while his jaw clench hard.

Y/n creased a confused face. She thought he liked it when she added a little nutmeg on his rice. What is it this time? Y/n truly is getting tired.

“You—you said you liked it when I add nutmeg into your rice?” She whispered as she held her hands tightly below her, preventing them from shaking.

“We’ll talk later at home.” Sunghoon managed to say on gritted teeth, while Y/n swallowed whatever she could swallow.

Was it her fault again? She didn’t know why he fainted, the doctor didn’t say anything to her, all she knew was that he fainted while on the shoot...but she wished he’d not hurt her, she wished he’d just forget whatever her sin was, she would gladly apologies to him—kneel and beg for forgiveness, ask for him not to give her another cut and bruise to fix and cover.

Sunghoon slowly pushed himself off the bed, and as he stood up, he couldn’t help but wince in pain, slowly, he put his hand on his temples. Y/n called out to him, helping him to sit down again.

“I’m sorry, Sunghoon—wha—whatever happened, I’m very sorry, I didn’t mean it. Please, if you could ever give me time to make it up—please forgive me—”

“SHUT UP!” Y/n didn’t cry because he slapped her hands away, it was his unforgiving voice that startled at her. She could feel her throat clench.

Slowly and gently, she tried to catch Sunghoon’s hands. He didn’t resist nor slap her hands away this time, but Y/n could feel his hard fist.

“Let’s go home.” Y/n followed quietly.

_____

Park Sunghoon once complimented Lee Y/n’s cooking when they were still mare acquaintances. It was a normal Monday at work and Y/n always packed her lunch, and unexpectedly, Park Sunghoon came up to her to eat lunch together. Sunghoon liked the rice…the rice had nutmeg at that time.

Earlier at 8:21 at work, Sunghoon felt weird sensations in the pit of his stomach, while his surroundings danced around him. It wasn’t the first time it happened at work, and it wasn’t the first time that it happened anywhere. There are times when he constantly feels nauseous while having severe headaches, while everything around him seems to change shapes. He thought it was his overworking.

The last thing Sunghoon heard was ringing and Karin’s soft voice called over him and then he passed out. He woke up lying in the hospital bed with a doctor hovering over him. The doctor said that his constant nausea and hallucinations were the effect of digesting too much nutmeg, and the only one making his meal was his wife. It was always ordered food whenever he and Karin had meals.

Back at home, Y/n and Sunghoon sat still on the couch. Y/n’s looking at her trembling hands as Sunghoon stare at her with gritted teeth. Y/n whispered out trying to break the silence.

“You—You once told me you liked rice with nutmeg—” A loud bang cut through her words. Sunghoon smashed the wooden table separating them, as Y/n tried to cover her mouth, swallowing her cries.

“Y/n.” Sunghoon called out. But Y/n couldn’t look him in the eyes, her line of view could only register his clenching fist on the table through tear eyed sight.

“I’ve been feeling sick—I thought I was dying!” He raised his voice, she made a whimper.

“I’ve been blaming my work! And it’s all because you! You were trying to kill me—you tried to kill me, Y/n!” finally she looked him in the eye shaking her head.

“No—no, Sunghoon that’s not—” Y/n extended her arms to hold him by the table as she lifted herself up from sitting, but he raised his hand high above her, then she lay still on the floor, staring at the tiled ground with tears swelling her eyes. She couldn’t help it anymore, the whole apartment echoed her loud cries. Then, in a second the bedroom door slammed closed, and she was left alone with her silent whimpers.

She didn’t mean it, she only wants his approval, his acknowledgement; she only wanted Sunghoon to eat with her at dinner instead of spending all his night with Karin. She only wanted him to return and be the man she loved once.

Y/n wasn’t ignorant about the effect of too much nutmeg, that’s why she only added a little every meal. But when Sunghoon started to eat dinner with Karin and come back home late, and sometimes not returning home at all—Y/n took the opportunity to add a half tea spoon of nutmeg into his every breakfast. A part of Y/n knew that she added nutmeg with ill intent. While most part wants him to acknowledge and notice her. Then, it really was her fault…

After lunch earlier, when her phone rang with an unknown caller ID and told her the news of her husband passing out, she immediately put down Gauel and rushed to the hospital. When she arrived, the doctor only told her that he already woke up last hour, and eventually returned back to sleep. Then the doctor said nothing more.

When Sunghoon woke up and told her about the nutmeg, she was shaken, she thought she could kill herself for being the one who caused danger to her husband—now, she could only swallow her cries when he lifted his fist and broke from her touch. He hit her face strong enough to send her frozen on the floor.

Whenever Sunghoon is angry, often at her, Y/n slept at the spare room while Sunghoon locked himself alone in their bedroom. The first time they had a fight, Sunghoon told her that he wanted to be alone and slept at the spare room. But to Y/n’s conscience, she begged Sunghoon to sleep at their room instead since it’s much comfortable there than sleeping on the dusted bed at the spare room. Now, whenever Sunghoon’s mad at her, Sunghoon would locked himself alone in their room, with her no way of getting inside. She often felt like he already abandoned her, but he also needed a slave to take care of him, that’s why until now Sunghoon haven’t chased her out.

Like the usual, Y/n would get up at 5-6 am to prepare his meal, then see him off at the door. But today, after arranging his breakfast at the table, Sunghoon spared her no glance and went out without telling her a word. He doesn’t want to eat. He doesn’t trust her.

So Y/n sat down and ate his meal instead. Seconds passed and her head’s already flooded with thoughts. Minutes passed and her thoughts made her burst out crying.

Why did everything turned out to be like this? Why did he turned out to be like this? Is he still Sunghoon? The one she loved? Or was this someone else? It must have been his façade. He must’ve tricked her, and she fell in love with the idea of him without actually knowing him. It was all her fault was it? Should she die and end everything with her last breath? Or should he die and free herself?

Y/n spent her all morning thinking of ways to get rid of her pains, until Gauel barked at her to snap out of it. She saw Park Sunghoon in red just then. She slapped herself for the ridicule she’s been thinking and proceeded to do her chores.

Late that evening, she baked tiramisu—Sunghoon’s favorite—and cooked galbi jjim with other various dishes, also opened a bottle of soju, and message him at 6:03, apologizing and wishing him home, telling him she cooked his favorite and she didn’t add nutmeg in any of the dishes nor the rice.

8:37. Y/n had already set up the table and the dishes, and somewhere between 8-9, Sunghoon will be home. So she patiently readied herself sitting on the chair, checked her phone if he had already replied, but unfortunately, he left her on read. Well, at least he read. He knows she’s making all the efforts to apologize. Y/n let out a sigh and wished that he’d show up.

11:21. All the dishes had already run cold. Y/n was broken from her trance when Gauel approached her and barked. Her phone rang. it was Sunghoon’s caller ID.

“Oh!” It was a girl’s giggle with mumblings over the background.

“Uhm, who is this?”

“Y/n!” Y/n recognized the voice, it was her old coworker’s voice, before she resigned and married Sunghoon. It was Karin’s. Y/n couldn’t help but swallowed the lumps forming on her throat.

“Su—Sunghoon won’t be home for a while…” Karin’s voice was sloppy and uneven. She must be drunk.

“Why? Did something happen?”

“What? Of course not! Silly Y/n—” She hiccupped. “Just wanted to tell you Sunghoon’s unavailable to see you for dinner tonight.” Low grunts from the background made Y/n’s shoulder shiver.

“Why are you telling me this, where is he?” Y/n’s voice must’ve been shacking, she could feel her throat and chest throbbing.

“Hmm? What is it?” seconds of pause and Karin laughed on the other line.

“Sunghoon’s asleep honey! Bye~”

“wait! Kari—” Karin’s voice was replaced with ringing. Y/n slowly put the phone down, stood up and entered their bedroom, leaving the dishes cold on the table. Sunghoon’s probably drunk with Karin, doing who knows what…Y/n couldn’t take it anymore.

Sunghoon didn’t mean to not return home after three whole days…he just wanted a time alone and free himself from stress; it’s just that, Y/n has been giving her head ache for these past few days, and he wanted to clear his head, though Karin has been with him throughout those past three days.

Sunghoon slowly turned the knob. The whole apartment is pitch black, while there was an unpleasant smell lingers the air. Sunghoon ran and turned the lights open. There, at the table lays bowls, plates, and cups of rotten dishes. Sunghoon registered the decaying smell of gochujang and the smell close to a dead rat. In instinct he put his arms on his mouth and nose. What the hell is this? Where is Y/n?

Sunghoon wasted no more time and burst the bedroom door open and turned on the lights. No sign of his wife. He then strode to the bathroom door, pushed the curtains away, and no one’s there. He checked the spare room, checked the roof deck, checked the longue again, shuffled through Y/n’s dresser and closet. Her stuff is still there.

Y/n must’ve left since the night she last messaged him about the meal she made…she was apologizing to him, and he was with Karin. He remembered there were a time that night when Karin borrowed his phone and called someone. Was it Y/n? Sunghoon roughly shuffled his hair, scratched his palms, massaged his temples. Karin must’ve said something to Y/n. As far as he could remember, Karin drove him to the hotel he stayed at, then stopped in the middle of the road to borrow his phone, then when he’s inside the hotel room, he locked the door and said goodbyes to Karin. That’s all that happened that night…

Sunghoon grabbed his coat, turned off the lights and went outside. He needs to find Y/n. He must’ve been hard on her. Just what the hell did Park Sunghoon do?

Sunghoon felt the cold wind brush through his hair once he went down the apartment stairs, and now he stands alone in the roads. With his messy and scattered thoughts, the muffled screams of vehicle horns, yells of the drivers ahead of him, and the sound of his far distance apologies—he ran his eyes around him, he didn’t care if he’s in the middle of the road, but he’ll find his wife. He needed to find his wife.

To no avail, Park Sunghoon never had any trace of her. Slowly, with no energy left from his body, he opened the door and slam it close behind him. Something lunged at him...then burning and chocking—he could not breath. Sunghoon held the belt around his throat. With all his strength, he tried to lift up the person behind him as his sight blur while his breathing shortens, and a loud weight hitting the floor made his lungs finally grasps for air. Park Sunghoon stared at his wife slowly lifting herself up from the floor. Is he seeing this right? Y/n—Y/n…she—Y/n. His Y/n was trying to kill him…

Sunghoon couldn’t move on his feet. His eyes are wide open, his breathings are accelerating and accelerating until a quiet shriek left his mouth. His whole body was frozen when his wife lifted her head up to look at him. Tears flooded her eyes as she slowly stands up. Her whole body was shaking, and her loud cries filled Sunghoon’s hearing. Y/n lunge at him, running, tackling him down on the floor, Sunghoon held her wrist as she pushed her whole strength into the knife she’s holding. Sunghoon called out her name, but her cries only got louder and louder until his grip on her loosen. One, two, three...six—she stabbed and stab and stab. Sunghoon stared at his lovely wife. Her hair loose on their tight bun, he badly wants to hug her on her pink blooded apron she always wore whenever she cooks him meal. Slowly and gently, Park Sunghoon touched her wet cheeks. Little by little, her skin turned red as he kept on caressing her softly. Y/n screamed her pain and Sunghoon could only smile at her, because now he understands, he wasn’t able to be a good husband for her.

“I’m sorry,”

With the last of his strength, and the last burning of his breath, he held her hands tightly, and closed his eyes. Y/n lifted an axe.

The first time Park Sunghoon saw her was at Lee Heeseung’s 20th birthday, back in the times they were newly debut. She wore a ridiculous ankle pink boots and a twin messy braid. He remembered Heeseung and her argued about Heeseung not informing her that his friends will come, she should’ve wore something decent. But Park Sunghoon loved that outfit. That’s the outfit he always loved.

It was snowing hard outside when they first met at work. Y/n was newly hired as Sunghoon’s makeup artist. She remembered his soft smile that burned her cheeks, she remembered when Sunghoon first asked her out, she remembered when he first kissed her, she remembered his heat all over her—not like this, cold and still.

The taste of sweet, salty and savory erected at Y/n’s tongue. The sensation of chewy and juicy flooded her mouth, and when she swallowed, a great feeling of longing, sorrow and grief left her body weak. The body-less of Park Sunghoon’s head stare at Park Y/n as she opened her mouth, bringing a spoon full of his love for her to digest.

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Note: HI! all the infos about nutmeg is from google...so...pls don't attack me. Btw i'm sorry Sunghoon died. and i'm sorry i was dead for too long....so yeah...

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Two words of love - P.Sunghoon

Pairings: Park Sunghoon X F!Reader

Genre: Horror(little bit). Drama.

Warning: death.

Description: Park Sunghoon and you are married, he abuses you whenever he's stressed until both of you can't take it anymore. but when you're already tired, why is he living you again...

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(the description is shitty but I went through my drafts again and saw that this is finished...one of my favs but the first half part is boring...but the ending is kinda cute so...yeah. I'll be in senior high btw.)

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Flesh and bone met each other as the sweet taste of iron filled Y/n’s mouth. She hugged her shudders as she lay her whole body on the cold floor, waiting for another pain to touch her in a few seconds. But there came none.

9:41. She closed her eyes as she listened closely to Sunghoon’s movements. She heard him walk away from her as the door creaked open and closed.

It’s been that way since they married three years ago. It’s been her job to ease his stress whenever Park Sunghoon’s been beaten up with his career, and still…all this time she said none. She’d gladly do his meal, do his laundry, clean all the things he had that should be clean, massage him whenever he needed it, sing him a lullaby if he could not sleep, tell him all sorts of lies to ease his worries, but all of those—best. it should suit his taste. It should be perfect. It should be something like him. It should be the best. Park Sunghoon does not need Y/n’s advice, doesn’t need her to complain, and doesn’t want her poor work; she must do all things to perfection. He just could not accept it if anything’s not to his taste if she complained—no. she should never. He does not need her voice to speak with any kind of authority and complaints; after all, he had never brought money to her table less than any job she’d had, paid her. But even requesting food or asking her what she wants for dinner is forbidden.

Y/n pulled herself up from the floor before her whole body turned cold from lying for too long. Lifting her heavy bruised head, the wall clock ticked for midnight. She had been lying for three hours without any kind of movements but her breathing. She looked around her, the whole house was neat, the floor could even pass as a bed, but the broken pitcher on the kitchen floor—she needed to clean it up before Sunghoon felt his thirst. So as fast as her beaten bruised body could do, she grabbed all the shards on the floor, hastily picking every piece of glass—she needed to hurry because probably in no time, he might wake up from the loud noise her chest was making…Y/n can see red. She needs to clean it up. But the glass. Clean the glasses first then clean the red on the floor, clean the red on her hands, clean her shaking hands, clean her wobbly feet, clean her shivering body. She could not breathe, she could barely see the shards she was picking. If only she could turn it all back and never loved him—never married him.

The sound of pouring water, and the burning of the wounds and bruises all around Y/n’s body made her wince in pain. If only the water were quiet whenever it hit the bathroom floor, and if only the pain in her back never made her make such a sound. She’s afraid he’ll wake up and hurt her again. _______

Y/n tapped her screen to turn off the alarm. 6:04. Pulling herself from the couch, she heaved a sigh. An hour from now, Sunghoon will be awake for work. Y/n wasted no more seconds and went to the kitchen, rinsed white rice then proceeded to turn on the rice cooker, broke an egg, cut a sausage in half, and threw it on the hot oiled pan. Y/n can barely feel the cuts on her palms, and can hardly complain about the throbbing of her body.

She heard the shower open and the door slammed closed. 6:57. That fast? Pouring water into the kettle, she hastily put two scoops of tea into the teapot. 7:06. He should be putting on clothes now and should be done in a moment. Y/n put a plate on the table as neatly as possible, took a pair of chopsticks, and took Sunghoon’s favorite seasoning from the cabinet.

Sunghoon didn’t say a word as he pulled the chair and sat down soundlessly. Y/n put a half teaspoon of nutmeg into his rice, poured the boiling water into the teapot, and served her peaceful husband a cup of tea.

They stayed quiet as Y/n cut three carrots, while Sunghoon eat his meal. Y/n can still remember the night they first met, the jobs that made them so close, and the whole moment of their wedding. Now Y/n could only wait for him to leave so she could sleep at least just for an hour.

“Karin will be eating dinner with me.” Sunghoon will not be home until tomorrow afternoon. Y/n could sleep a day, or at least walk Gauel to the park later or tomorrow morning. But Sunghoon must not see her slacking off. He doesn't like it when she rest.

After Sunghoon put down his utensils and stood up, Y/n ran to fetch a coat for him and grabbed his things while she waited for him by the door. She held the coat wide for him to wear and gave him his things, held the door open until he stepped outside their apartment.

“Come back safely.” Sunghoon went on his way without answering—like usual—and Y/n locked the door once he was out of sight.

Park Sunghoon is a former idol and is currently big in the modeling industry. Eleven years ago when he started his modeling, after a year of being a minor model, he became a Vogue cover, went to different countries, endorsed, modeled, and walked through the runway with different luxury brands. In the years of his success, there he met Lee Y/n. Y/n was Sunghoon’s makeup artist for seven years, and she’s the sister of one of his friends Lee Heeseung. There were times and events when Y/n and Sunghoon interacted outside of work because of their connection with Lee Heeseung. Time passed. They fell in love and dated for four years.

Sunghoon was the sweetest when they dated. Always checking on her, asking for what she thinks, and what she likes. He’d take care of her when she was unable to take care of herself. He’d act like a child just to get her attention. She always felt like the most significant person in the world. The most important person to him. She didn’t know what happened.

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The feeling of knocking loudly on the hard tiled floor, and the feeling of feeling nothing at all—Park Sunghoon lifted himself from laying, then eventually felt warm hands on his shoulders and back, guiding him on the pillow to lean on his back, then he slap the hands away.

The last thing Sunghoon remembered was that he was feeling sick, then suddenly lost consciousness, unable to register what was happening around him, then eventually knocked himself down while on shoot.

“I was worried—”

“You did this, didn’t you?” Voice lashed with cold, he looked up at Y/n who met his eyes.

“Did what...?”

He couldn’t believe her. How could she act all innocent? Was she jealous of Karin that’s why she did this. Was she mad at him because of what happened last time with their date? Just what is wrong with her?

“Put nutmeg on my food every single meal.” His face was solid rock. His brows met each other while his jaw clench hard.

Y/n creased a confused face. She thought he liked it when she added a little nutmeg on his rice. What is it this time? Y/n truly is getting tired.

“You—you said you liked it when I add nutmeg into your rice?” She whispered as she held her hands tightly below her, preventing them from shaking.

“We’ll talk later at home.” Sunghoon managed to say on gritted teeth, while Y/n swallowed whatever she could swallow.

Was it her fault again? She didn’t know why he fainted, the doctor didn’t say anything to her, all she knew was that he fainted while on the shoot...but she wished he’d not hurt her, she wished he’d just forget whatever her sin was, she would gladly apologies to him—kneel and beg for forgiveness, ask for him not to give her another cut and bruise to fix and cover.

Sunghoon slowly pushed himself off the bed, and as he stood up, he couldn’t help but wince in pain, slowly, he put his hand on his temples. Y/n called out to him, helping him to sit down again.

“I’m sorry, Sunghoon—wha—whatever happened, I’m very sorry, I didn’t mean it. Please, if you could ever give me time to make it up—please forgive me—”

“SHUT UP!” Y/n didn’t cry because he slapped her hands away, it was his unforgiving voice that startled at her. She could feel her throat clench.

Slowly and gently, she tried to catch Sunghoon’s hands. He didn’t resist nor slap her hands away this time, but Y/n could feel his hard fist.

“Let’s go home.” Y/n followed quietly.

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Park Sunghoon once complimented Lee Y/n’s cooking when they were still mare acquaintances. It was a normal Monday at work and Y/n always packed her lunch, and unexpectedly, Park Sunghoon came up to her to eat lunch together. Sunghoon liked the rice…the rice had nutmeg at that time.

Earlier at 8:21 at work, Sunghoon felt weird sensations in the pit of his stomach, while his surroundings danced around him. It wasn’t the first time it happened at work, and it wasn’t the first time that it happened anywhere. There are times when he constantly feels nauseous while having severe headaches, while everything around him seems to change shapes. He thought it was his overworking.

The last thing Sunghoon heard was ringing and Karin’s soft voice called over him and then he passed out. He woke up lying in the hospital bed with a doctor hovering over him. The doctor said that his constant nausea and hallucinations were the effect of digesting too much nutmeg, and the only one making his meal was his wife. It was always ordered food whenever he and Karin had meals.

Back at home, Y/n and Sunghoon sat still on the couch. Y/n’s looking at her trembling hands as Sunghoon stare at her with gritted teeth. Y/n whispered out trying to break the silence.

“You—You once told me you liked rice with nutmeg—” A loud bang cut through her words. Sunghoon smashed the wooden table separating them, as Y/n tried to cover her mouth, swallowing her cries.

“Y/n.” Sunghoon called out. But Y/n couldn’t look him in the eyes, her line of view could only register his clenching fist on the table through tear eyed sight.

“I’ve been feeling sick—I thought I was dying!” He raised his voice, she made a whimper.

“I’ve been blaming my work! And it’s all because you! You were trying to kill me—you tried to kill me, Y/n!” finally she looked him in the eye shaking her head.

“No—no, Sunghoon that’s not—” Y/n extended her arms to hold him by the table as she lifted herself up from sitting, but he raised his hand high above her, then she lay still on the floor, staring at the tiled ground with tears swelling her eyes. She couldn’t help it anymore, the whole apartment echoed her loud cries. Then, in a second the bedroom door slammed closed, and she was left alone with her silent whimpers.

She didn’t mean it, she only wants his approval, his acknowledgement; she only wanted Sunghoon to eat with her at dinner instead of spending all his night with Karin. She only wanted him to return and be the man she loved once.

Y/n wasn’t ignorant about the effect of too much nutmeg, that’s why she only added a little every meal. But when Sunghoon started to eat dinner with Karin and come back home late, and sometimes not returning home at all—Y/n took the opportunity to add a half tea spoon of nutmeg into his every breakfast. A part of Y/n knew that she added nutmeg with ill intent. While most part wants him to acknowledge and notice her. Then, it really was her fault…

After lunch earlier, when her phone rang with an unknown caller ID and told her the news of her husband passing out, she immediately put down Gauel and rushed to the hospital. When she arrived, the doctor only told her that he already woke up last hour, and eventually returned back to sleep. Then the doctor said nothing more.

When Sunghoon woke up and told her about the nutmeg, she was shaken, she thought she could kill herself for being the one who caused danger to her husband—now, she could only swallow her cries when he lifted his fist and broke from her touch. He hit her face strong enough to send her frozen on the floor.

Whenever Sunghoon is angry, often at her, Y/n slept at the spare room while Sunghoon locked himself alone in their bedroom. The first time they had a fight, Sunghoon told her that he wanted to be alone and slept at the spare room. But to Y/n’s conscience, she begged Sunghoon to sleep at their room instead since it’s much comfortable there than sleeping on the dusted bed at the spare room. Now, whenever Sunghoon’s mad at her, Sunghoon would locked himself alone in their room, with her no way of getting inside. She often felt like he already abandoned her, but he also needed a slave to take care of him, that’s why until now Sunghoon haven’t chased her out.

Like the usual, Y/n would get up at 5-6 am to prepare his meal, then see him off at the door. But today, after arranging his breakfast at the table, Sunghoon spared her no glance and went out without telling her a word. He doesn’t want to eat. He doesn’t trust her.

So Y/n sat down and ate his meal instead. Seconds passed and her head’s already flooded with thoughts. Minutes passed and her thoughts made her burst out crying.

Why did everything turned out to be like this? Why did he turned out to be like this? Is he still Sunghoon? The one she loved? Or was this someone else? It must have been his façade. He must’ve tricked her, and she fell in love with the idea of him without actually knowing him. It was all her fault was it? Should she die and end everything with her last breath? Or should he die and free herself?

Y/n spent her all morning thinking of ways to get rid of her pains, until Gauel barked at her to snap out of it. She saw Park Sunghoon in red just then. She slapped herself for the ridicule she’s been thinking and proceeded to do her chores.

Late that evening, she baked tiramisu—Sunghoon’s favorite—and cooked galbi jjim with other various dishes, also opened a bottle of soju, and message him at 6:03, apologizing and wishing him home, telling him she cooked his favorite and she didn’t add nutmeg in any of the dishes nor the rice.

8:37. Y/n had already set up the table and the dishes, and somewhere between 8-9, Sunghoon will be home. So she patiently readied herself sitting on the chair, checked her phone if he had already replied, but unfortunately, he left her on read. Well, at least he read. He knows she’s making all the efforts to apologize. Y/n let out a sigh and wished that he’d show up.

11:21. All the dishes had already run cold. Y/n was broken from her trance when Gauel approached her and barked. Her phone rang. it was Sunghoon’s caller ID.

“Oh!” It was a girl’s giggle with mumblings over the background.

“Uhm, who is this?”

“Y/n!” Y/n recognized the voice, it was her old coworker’s voice, before she resigned and married Sunghoon. It was Karin’s. Y/n couldn’t help but swallowed the lumps forming on her throat.

“Su—Sunghoon won’t be home for a while…” Karin’s voice was sloppy and uneven. She must be drunk.

“Why? Did something happen?”

“What? Of course not! Silly Y/n—” She hiccupped. “Just wanted to tell you Sunghoon’s unavailable to see you for dinner tonight.” Low grunts from the background made Y/n’s shoulder shiver.

“Why are you telling me this, where is he?” Y/n’s voice must’ve been shacking, she could feel her throat and chest throbbing.

“Hmm? What is it?” seconds of pause and Karin laughed on the other line.

“Sunghoon’s asleep honey! Bye~”

“wait! Kari—” Karin’s voice was replaced with ringing. Y/n slowly put the phone down, stood up and entered their bedroom, leaving the dishes cold on the table. Sunghoon’s probably drunk with Karin, doing who knows what…Y/n couldn’t take it anymore.

Sunghoon didn’t mean to not return home after three whole days…he just wanted a time alone and free himself from stress; it’s just that, Y/n has been giving her head ache for these past few days, and he wanted to clear his head, though Karin has been with him throughout those past three days.

Sunghoon slowly turned the knob. The whole apartment is pitch black, while there was an unpleasant smell lingers the air. Sunghoon ran and turned the lights open. There, at the table lays bowls, plates, and cups of rotten dishes. Sunghoon registered the decaying smell of gochujang and the smell close to a dead rat. In instinct he put his arms on his mouth and nose. What the hell is this? Where is Y/n?

Sunghoon wasted no more time and burst the bedroom door open and turned on the lights. No sign of his wife. He then strode to the bathroom door, pushed the curtains away, and no one’s there. He checked the spare room, checked the roof deck, checked the longue again, shuffled through Y/n’s dresser and closet. Her stuff is still there.

Y/n must’ve left since the night she last messaged him about the meal she made…she was apologizing to him, and he was with Karin. He remembered there were a time that night when Karin borrowed his phone and called someone. Was it Y/n? Sunghoon roughly shuffled his hair, scratched his palms, massaged his temples. Karin must’ve said something to Y/n. As far as he could remember, Karin drove him to the hotel he stayed at, then stopped in the middle of the road to borrow his phone, then when he’s inside the hotel room, he locked the door and said goodbyes to Karin. That’s all that happened that night…

Sunghoon grabbed his coat, turned off the lights and went outside. He needs to find Y/n. He must’ve been hard on her. Just what the hell did Park Sunghoon do?

Sunghoon felt the cold wind brush through his hair once he went down the apartment stairs, and now he stands alone in the roads. With his messy and scattered thoughts, the muffled screams of vehicle horns, yells of the drivers ahead of him, and the sound of his far distance apologies—he ran his eyes around him, he didn’t care if he’s in the middle of the road, but he’ll find his wife. He needed to find his wife.

To no avail, Park Sunghoon never had any trace of her. Slowly, with no energy left from his body, he opened the door and slam it close behind him. Something lunged at him...then burning and chocking—he could not breath. Sunghoon held the belt around his throat. With all his strength, he tried to lift up the person behind him as his sight blur while his breathing shortens, and a loud weight hitting the floor made his lungs finally grasps for air. Park Sunghoon stared at his wife slowly lifting herself up from the floor. Is he seeing this right? Y/n—Y/n…she—Y/n. His Y/n was trying to kill him…

Sunghoon couldn’t move on his feet. His eyes are wide open, his breathings are accelerating and accelerating until a quiet shriek left his mouth. His whole body was frozen when his wife lifted her head up to look at him. Tears flooded her eyes as she slowly stands up. Her whole body was shaking, and her loud cries filled Sunghoon’s hearing. Y/n lunge at him, running, tackling him down on the floor, Sunghoon held her wrist as she pushed her whole strength into the knife she’s holding. Sunghoon called out her name, but her cries only got louder and louder until his grip on her loosen. One, two, three...six—she stabbed and stab and stab. Sunghoon stared at his lovely wife. Her hair loose on their tight bun, he badly wants to hug her on her pink blooded apron she always wore whenever she cooks him meal. Slowly and gently, Park Sunghoon touched her wet cheeks. Little by little, her skin turned red as he kept on caressing her softly. Y/n screamed her pain and Sunghoon could only smile at her, because now he understands, he wasn’t able to be a good husband for her.

“I’m sorry,”

With the last of his strength, and the last burning of his breath, he held her hands tightly, and closed his eyes. Y/n lifted an axe.

The first time Park Sunghoon saw her was at Lee Heeseung’s 20th birthday, back in the times they were newly debut. She wore a ridiculous ankle pink boots and a twin messy braid. He remembered Heeseung and her argued about Heeseung not informing her that his friends will come, she should’ve wore something decent. But Park Sunghoon loved that outfit. That’s the outfit he always loved.

It was snowing hard outside when they first met at work. Y/n was newly hired as Sunghoon’s makeup artist. She remembered his soft smile that burned her cheeks, she remembered when Sunghoon first asked her out, she remembered when he first kissed her, she remembered his heat all over her—not like this, cold and still.

The taste of sweet, salty and savory erected at Y/n’s tongue. The sensation of chewy and juicy flooded her mouth, and when she swallowed, a great feeling of longing, sorrow and grief left her body weak. The body-less of Park Sunghoon’s head stare at Park Y/n as she opened her mouth, bringing a spoon full of his love for her to digest.

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Note: HI! all the infos about nutmeg if from google...so...pls don't attack me. Btw i'm sorry Sunghoon died. and i'm sorry i was dead for too long....so yeah...

[viisator]

Two words of love - P.Sunghoon

Pairings: Park Sunghoon X F!Reader

Genre: Horror(little bit). Drama.

Warning: death.

Description: Park Sunghoon and you are married, he abuses you whenever he's stressed until both of you can't take it anymore. but when you're already tired, why is he living you again...

Not Proofread

(the description is shitty but I went through my drafts again and saw that this is finished...one of my favs but the first half part is boring...but the ending is kinda cute so...yeah. I'll be in senior high btw.)

• • • • •

Flesh and bone met each other as the sweet taste of iron filled Y/n’s mouth. She hugged her shudders as she lay her whole body on the cold floor, waiting for another pain to touch her in a few seconds. But there came none.

9:41. She closed her eyes as she listened closely to Sunghoon’s movements. She heard him walk away from her as the door creaked open and closed.

It’s been that way since they married three years ago. It’s been her job to ease his stress whenever Park Sunghoon’s been beaten up with his career, and still…all this time she said none. She’d gladly do his meal, do his laundry, clean all the things he had that should be clean, massage him whenever he needed it, sing him a lullaby if he could not sleep, tell him all sorts of lies to ease his worries, but all of those—best. it should suit his taste. It should be perfect. It should be something like him. It should be the best. Park Sunghoon does not need Y/n’s advice, doesn’t need her to complain, and doesn’t want her poor work; she must do all things to perfection. He just could not accept it if anything’s not to his taste if she complained—no. she should never. He does not need her voice to speak with any kind of authority and complaints; after all, he had never brought money to her table less than any job she’d had, paid her. But even requesting food or asking her what she wants for dinner is forbidden.

Y/n pulled herself up from the floor before her whole body turned cold from lying for too long. Lifting her heavy bruised head, the wall clock ticked for midnight. She had been lying for three hours without any kind of movements but her breathing. She looked around her, the whole house was neat, the floor could even pass as a bed, but the broken pitcher on the kitchen floor—she needed to clean it up before Sunghoon felt his thirst. So as fast as her beaten bruised body could do, she grabbed all the shards on the floor, hastily picking every piece of glass—she needed to hurry because probably in no time, he might wake up from the loud noise her chest was making…Y/n can see red. She needs to clean it up. But the glass. Clean the glasses first then clean the red on the floor, clean the red on her hands, clean her shaking hands, clean her wobbly feet, clean her shivering body. She could not breathe, she could barely see the shards she was picking. If only she could turn it all back and never loved him—never married him.

The sound of pouring water, and the burning of the wounds and bruises all around Y/n’s body made her wince in pain. If only the water were quiet whenever it hit the bathroom floor, and if only the pain in her back never made her make such a sound. She’s afraid he’ll wake up and hurt her again. _______

Y/n tapped her screen to turn off the alarm. 6:04. Pulling herself from the couch, she heaved a sigh. An hour from now, Sunghoon will be awake for work. Y/n wasted no more seconds and went to the kitchen, rinsed white rice then proceeded to turn on the rice cooker, broke an egg, cut a sausage in half, and threw it on the hot oiled pan. Y/n can barely feel the cuts on her palms, and can hardly complain about the throbbing of her body.

She heard the shower open and the door slammed closed. 6:57. That fast? Pouring water into the kettle, she hastily put two scoops of tea into the teapot. 7:06. He should be putting on clothes now and should be done in a moment. Y/n put a plate on the table as neatly as possible, took a pair of chopsticks, and took Sunghoon’s favorite seasoning from the cabinet.

Sunghoon didn’t say a word as he pulled the chair and sat down soundlessly. Y/n put a half teaspoon of nutmeg into his rice, poured the boiling water into the teapot, and served her peaceful husband a cup of tea.

They stayed quiet as Y/n cut three carrots, while Sunghoon eat his meal. Y/n can still remember the night they first met, the jobs that made them so close, and the whole moment of their wedding. Now Y/n could only wait for him to leave so she could sleep at least just for an hour.

“Karin will be eating dinner with me.” Sunghoon will not be home until tomorrow afternoon. Y/n could sleep a day, or at least walk Gauel to the park later or tomorrow morning. But Sunghoon must not see her slacking off. He doesn't like it when she rest.

After Sunghoon put down his utensils and stood up, Y/n ran to fetch a coat for him and grabbed his things while she waited for him by the door. She held the coat wide for him to wear and gave him his things, held the door open until he stepped outside their apartment.

“Come back safely.” Sunghoon went on his way without answering—like usual—and Y/n locked the door once he was out of sight.

Park Sunghoon is a former idol and is currently big in the modeling industry. Eleven years ago when he started his modeling, after a year of being a minor model, he became a Vogue cover, went to different countries, endorsed, modeled, and walked through the runway with different luxury brands. In the years of his success, there he met Lee Y/n. Y/n was Sunghoon’s makeup artist for seven years, and she’s the sister of one of his friends Lee Heeseung. There were times and events when Y/n and Sunghoon interacted outside of work because of their connection with Lee Heeseung. Time passed. They fell in love and dated for four years.

Sunghoon was the sweetest when they dated. Always checking on her, asking for what she thinks, and what she likes. He’d take care of her when she was unable to take care of herself. He’d act like a child just to get her attention. She always felt like the most significant person in the world. The most important person to him. She didn’t know what happened.

_____

The feeling of knocking loudly on the hard tiled floor, and the feeling of feeling nothing at all—Park Sunghoon lifted himself from laying, then eventually felt warm hands on his shoulders and back, guiding him on the pillow to lean on his back, then he slap the hands away.

The last thing Sunghoon remembered was that he was feeling sick, then suddenly lost consciousness, unable to register what was happening around him, then eventually knocked himself down while on shoot.

“I was worried—”

“You did this, didn’t you?” Voice lashed with cold, he looked up at Y/n who met his eyes.

“Did what...?”

He couldn’t believe her. How could she act all innocent? Was she jealous of Karin that’s why she did this. Was she mad at him because of what happened last time with their date? Just what is wrong with her?

“Put nutmeg on my food every single meal.” His face was solid rock. His brows met each other while his jaw clench hard.

Y/n creased a confused face. She thought he liked it when she added a little nutmeg on his rice. What is it this time? Y/n truly is getting tired.

“You—you said you liked it when I add nutmeg into your rice?” She whispered as she held her hands tightly below her, preventing them from shaking.

“We’ll talk later at home.” Sunghoon managed to say on gritted teeth, while Y/n swallowed whatever she could swallow.

Was it her fault again? She didn’t know why he fainted, the doctor didn’t say anything to her, all she knew was that he fainted while on the shoot...but she wished he’d not hurt her, she wished he’d just forget whatever her sin was, she would gladly apologies to him—kneel and beg for forgiveness, ask for him not to give her another cut and bruise to fix and cover.

Sunghoon slowly pushed himself off the bed, and as he stood up, he couldn’t help but wince in pain, slowly, he put his hand on his temples. Y/n called out to him, helping him to sit down again.

“I’m sorry, Sunghoon—wha—whatever happened, I’m very sorry, I didn’t mean it. Please, if you could ever give me time to make it up—please forgive me—”

“SHUT UP!” Y/n didn’t cry because he slapped her hands away, it was his unforgiving voice that startled at her. She could feel her throat clench.

Slowly and gently, she tried to catch Sunghoon’s hands. He didn’t resist nor slap her hands away this time, but Y/n could feel his hard fist.

“Let’s go home.” Y/n followed quietly.

_____

Park Sunghoon once complimented Lee Y/n’s cooking when they were still mare acquaintances. It was a normal Monday at work and Y/n always packed her lunch, and unexpectedly, Park Sunghoon came up to her to eat lunch together. Sunghoon liked the rice…the rice had nutmeg at that time.

Earlier at 8:21 at work, Sunghoon felt weird sensations in the pit of his stomach, while his surroundings danced around him. It wasn’t the first time it happened at work, and it wasn’t the first time that it happened anywhere. There are times when he constantly feels nauseous while having severe headaches, while everything around him seems to change shapes. He thought it was his overworking.

The last thing Sunghoon heard was ringing and Karin’s soft voice called over him and then he passed out. He woke up lying in the hospital bed with a doctor hovering over him. The doctor said that his constant nausea and hallucinations were the effect of digesting too much nutmeg, and the only one making his meal was his wife. It was always ordered food whenever he and Karin had meals.

Back at home, Y/n and Sunghoon sat still on the couch. Y/n’s looking at her trembling hands as Sunghoon stare at her with gritted teeth. Y/n whispered out trying to break the silence.

“You—You once told me you liked rice with nutmeg—” A loud bang cut through her words. Sunghoon smashed the wooden table separating them, as Y/n tried to cover her mouth, swallowing her cries.

“Y/n.” Sunghoon called out. But Y/n couldn’t look him in the eyes, her line of view could only register his clenching fist on the table through tear eyed sight.

“I’ve been feeling sick—I thought I was dying!” He raised his voice, she made a whimper.

“I’ve been blaming my work! And it’s all because you! You were trying to kill me—you tried to kill me, Y/n!” finally she looked him in the eye shaking her head.

“No—no, Sunghoon that’s not—” Y/n extended her arms to hold him by the table as she lifted herself up from sitting, but he raised his hand high above her, then she lay still on the floor, staring at the tiled ground with tears swelling her eyes. She couldn’t help it anymore, the whole apartment echoed her loud cries. Then, in a second the bedroom door slammed closed, and she was left alone with her silent whimpers.

She didn’t mean it, she only wants his approval, his acknowledgement; she only wanted Sunghoon to eat with her at dinner instead of spending all his night with Karin. She only wanted him to return and be the man she loved once.

Y/n wasn’t ignorant about the effect of too much nutmeg, that’s why she only added a little every meal. But when Sunghoon started to eat dinner with Karin and come back home late, and sometimes not returning home at all—Y/n took the opportunity to add a half tea spoon of nutmeg into his every breakfast. A part of Y/n knew that she added nutmeg with ill intent. While most part wants him to acknowledge and notice her. Then, it really was her fault…

After lunch earlier, when her phone rang with an unknown caller ID and told her the news of her husband passing out, she immediately put down Gauel and rushed to the hospital. When she arrived, the doctor only told her that he already woke up last hour, and eventually returned back to sleep. Then the doctor said nothing more.

When Sunghoon woke up and told her about the nutmeg, she was shaken, she thought she could kill herself for being the one who caused danger to her husband—now, she could only swallow her cries when he lifted his fist and broke from her touch. He hit her face strong enough to send her frozen on the floor.

Whenever Sunghoon is angry, often at her, Y/n slept at the spare room while Sunghoon locked himself alone in their bedroom. The first time they had a fight, Sunghoon told her that he wanted to be alone and slept at the spare room. But to Y/n’s conscience, she begged Sunghoon to sleep at their room instead since it’s much comfortable there than sleeping on the dusted bed at the spare room. Now, whenever Sunghoon’s mad at her, Sunghoon would locked himself alone in their room, with her no way of getting inside. She often felt like he already abandoned her, but he also needed a slave to take care of him, that’s why until now Sunghoon haven’t chased her out.

Like the usual, Y/n would get up at 5-6 am to prepare his meal, then see him off at the door. But today, after arranging his breakfast at the table, Sunghoon spared her no glance and went out without telling her a word. He doesn’t want to eat. He doesn’t trust her.

So Y/n sat down and ate his meal instead. Seconds passed and her head’s already flooded with thoughts. Minutes passed and her thoughts made her burst out crying.

Why did everything turned out to be like this? Why did he turned out to be like this? Is he still Sunghoon? The one she loved? Or was this someone else? It must have been his façade. He must’ve tricked her, and she fell in love with the idea of him without actually knowing him. It was all her fault was it? Should she die and end everything with her last breath? Or should he die and free herself?

Y/n spent her all morning thinking of ways to get rid of her pains, until Gauel barked at her to snap out of it. She saw Park Sunghoon in red just then. She slapped herself for the ridicule she’s been thinking and proceeded to do her chores.

Late that evening, she baked tiramisu—Sunghoon’s favorite—and cooked galbi jjim with other various dishes, also opened a bottle of soju, and message him at 6:03, apologizing and wishing him home, telling him she cooked his favorite and she didn’t add nutmeg in any of the dishes nor the rice.

8:37. Y/n had already set up the table and the dishes, and somewhere between 8-9, Sunghoon will be home. So she patiently readied herself sitting on the chair, checked her phone if he had already replied, but unfortunately, he left her on read. Well, at least he read. He knows she’s making all the efforts to apologize. Y/n let out a sigh and wished that he’d show up.

11:21. All the dishes had already run cold. Y/n was broken from her trance when Gauel approached her and barked. Her phone rang. it was Sunghoon’s caller ID.

“Oh!” It was a girl’s giggle with mumblings over the background.

“Uhm, who is this?”

“Y/n!” Y/n recognized the voice, it was her old coworker’s voice, before she resigned and married Sunghoon. It was Karin’s. Y/n couldn’t help but swallowed the lumps forming on her throat.

“Su—Sunghoon won’t be home for a while…” Karin’s voice was sloppy and uneven. She must be drunk.

“Why? Did something happen?”

“What? Of course not! Silly Y/n—” She hiccupped. “Just wanted to tell you Sunghoon’s unavailable to see you for dinner tonight.” Low grunts from the background made Y/n’s shoulder shiver.

“Why are you telling me this, where is he?” Y/n’s voice must’ve been shacking, she could feel her throat and chest throbbing.

“Hmm? What is it?” seconds of pause and Karin laughed on the other line.

“Sunghoon’s asleep honey! Bye~”

“wait! Kari—” Karin’s voice was replaced with ringing. Y/n slowly put the phone down, stood up and entered their bedroom, leaving the dishes cold on the table. Sunghoon’s probably drunk with Karin, doing who knows what…Y/n couldn’t take it anymore.

Sunghoon didn’t mean to not return home after three whole days…he just wanted a time alone and free himself from stress; it’s just that, Y/n has been giving her head ache for these past few days, and he wanted to clear his head, though Karin has been with him throughout those past three days.

Sunghoon slowly turned the knob. The whole apartment is pitch black, while there was an unpleasant smell lingers the air. Sunghoon ran and turned the lights open. There, at the table lays bowls, plates, and cups of rotten dishes. Sunghoon registered the decaying smell of gochujang and the smell close to a dead rat. In instinct he put his arms on his mouth and nose. What the hell is this? Where is Y/n?

Sunghoon wasted no more time and burst the bedroom door open and turned on the lights. No sign of his wife. He then strode to the bathroom door, pushed the curtains away, and no one’s there. He checked the spare room, checked the roof deck, checked the longue again, shuffled through Y/n’s dresser and closet. Her stuff is still there.

Y/n must’ve left since the night she last messaged him about the meal she made…she was apologizing to him, and he was with Karin. He remembered there were a time that night when Karin borrowed his phone and called someone. Was it Y/n? Sunghoon roughly shuffled his hair, scratched his palms, massaged his temples. Karin must’ve said something to Y/n. As far as he could remember, Karin drove him to the hotel he stayed at, then stopped in the middle of the road to borrow his phone, then when he’s inside the hotel room, he locked the door and said goodbyes to Karin. That’s all that happened that night…

Sunghoon grabbed his coat, turned off the lights and went outside. He needs to find Y/n. He must’ve been hard on her. Just what the hell did Park Sunghoon do?

Sunghoon felt the cold wind brush through his hair once he went down the apartment stairs, and now he stands alone in the roads. With his messy and scattered thoughts, the muffled screams of vehicle horns, yells of the drivers ahead of him, and the sound of his far distance apologies—he ran his eyes around him, he didn’t care if he’s in the middle of the road, but he’ll find his wife. He needed to find his wife.

To no avail, Park Sunghoon never had any trace of her. Slowly, with no energy left from his body, he opened the door and slam it close behind him. Something lunged at him...then burning and chocking—he could not breath. Sunghoon held the belt around his throat. With all his strength, he tried to lift up the person behind him as his sight blur while his breathing shortens, and a loud weight hitting the floor made his lungs finally grasps for air. Park Sunghoon stared at his wife slowly lifting herself up from the floor. Is he seeing this right? Y/n—Y/n…she—Y/n. His Y/n was trying to kill him…

Sunghoon couldn’t move on his feet. His eyes are wide open, his breathings are accelerating and accelerating until a quiet shriek left his mouth. His whole body was frozen when his wife lifted her head up to look at him. Tears flooded her eyes as she slowly stands up. Her whole body was shaking, and her loud cries filled Sunghoon’s hearing. Y/n lunge at him, running, tackling him down on the floor, Sunghoon held her wrist as she pushed her whole strength into the knife she’s holding. Sunghoon called out her name, but her cries only got louder and louder until his grip on her loosen. One, two, three...six—she stabbed and stab and stab. Sunghoon stared at his lovely wife. Her hair loose on their tight bun, he badly wants to hug her on her pink blooded apron she always wore whenever she cooks him meal. Slowly and gently, Park Sunghoon touched her wet cheeks. Little by little, her skin turned red as he kept on caressing her softly. Y/n screamed her pain and Sunghoon could only smile at her, because now he understands, he wasn’t able to be a good husband for her.

“I’m sorry,”

With the last of his strength, and the last burning of his breath, he held her hands tightly, and closed his eyes. Y/n lifted an axe.

The first time Park Sunghoon saw her was at Lee Heeseung’s 20th birthday, back in the times they were newly debut. She wore a ridiculous ankle pink boots and a twin messy braid. He remembered Heeseung and her argued about Heeseung not informing her that his friends will come, she should’ve wore something decent. But Park Sunghoon loved that outfit. That’s the outfit he always loved.

It was snowing hard outside when they first met at work. Y/n was newly hired as Sunghoon’s makeup artist. She remembered his soft smile that burned her cheeks, she remembered when Sunghoon first asked her out, she remembered when he first kissed her, she remembered his heat all over her—not like this, cold and still.

The taste of sweet, salty and savory erected at Y/n’s tongue. The sensation of chewy and juicy flooded her mouth, and when she swallowed, a great feeling of longing, sorrow and grief left her body weak. The body-less of Park Sunghoon’s head stare at Park Y/n as she opened her mouth, bringing a spoon full of his love for her to digest.

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Note: HI! all the infos about nutmeg if from google...so...pls don't attack me. Btw i'm sorry Sunghoon died. and i'm sorry i was dead for too long....so yeah...

[viisator]

Two words of love - P.Sunghoon

Pairings: Park Sunghoon X F!Reader

Genre: Thriller. Horror(little bit). Drama.

Warning: death.

Description: Have you ever felt like you're living to survive? What if someone you dearly love brought you to hell? What if you're no longer able to survive? Will you kill yourself, or him instead?

Not Proofread

(the description is shitty but I went through my drafts again and saw that this is finished...one of my favs but the first half part is boring...but the ending is kinda cute so...yeah. I'll be in senior high btw.)

• • • • •

Flesh and bone met each other as the sweet taste of iron filled Y/n’s mouth. She hugged her shudders as she lay her whole body on the cold floor, waiting for another pain to touch her in a few seconds. But there came none.

9:41. She closed her eyes as she listened closely to Sunghoon’s movements. She heard him walk away from her as the door creaked open and closed.

It’s been that way since they married three years ago. It’s been her job to ease his stress whenever Park Sunghoon’s been beaten up with his career, and still…all this time she said none. She’d gladly do his meal, do his laundry, clean all the things he had that should be clean, massage him whenever he needed it, sing him a lullaby if he could not sleep, tell him all sorts of lies to ease his worries, but all of those—best. it should suit his taste. It should be perfect. It should be something like him. It should be the best. Park Sunghoon does not need Y/n’s advice, doesn’t need her to complain, and doesn’t want her poor work; she must do all things to perfection. He just could not accept it if anything’s not to his taste if she complained—no. she should never. He does not need her voice to speak with any kind of authority and complaints; after all, he had never brought money to her table less than any job she’d had, paid her. But even requesting food or asking her what she wants for dinner is forbidden.

Y/n pulled herself up from the floor before her whole body turned cold from lying for too long. Lifting her heavy bruised head, the wall clock ticked for midnight. She had been lying for three hours without any kind of movements but her breathing. She looked around her, the whole house was neat, the floor could even pass as a bed, but the broken pitcher on the kitchen floor—she needed to clean it up before Sunghoon felt his thirst. So as fast as her beaten bruised body could do, she grabbed all the shards on the floor, hastily picking every piece of glass—she needed to hurry because probably in no time, he might wake up from the loud noise her chest was making…Y/n can see red. She needs to clean it up. But the glass. Clean the glasses first then clean the red on the floor, clean the red on her hands, clean her shaking hands, clean her wobbly feet, clean her shivering body. She could not breathe, she could barely see the shards she was picking. If only she could turn it all back and never loved him—never married him.

The sound of pouring water, and the burning of the wounds and bruises all around Y/n’s body made her wince in pain. If only the water were quiet whenever it hit the bathroom floor, and if only the pain in her back never made her make such a sound. She’s afraid he’ll wake up and hurt her again. _______

Y/n tapped her screen to turn off the alarm. 6:04. Pulling herself from the couch, she heaved a sigh. An hour from now, Sunghoon will be awake for work. Y/n wasted no more seconds and went to the kitchen, rinsed white rice then proceeded to turn on the rice cooker, broke an egg, cut a sausage in half, and threw it on the hot oiled pan. Y/n can barely feel the cuts on her palms, and can hardly complain about the throbbing of her body.

She heard the shower open and the door slammed closed. 6:57. That fast? Pouring water into the kettle, she hastily put two scoops of tea into the teapot. 7:06. He should be putting on clothes now and should be done in a moment. Y/n put a plate on the table as neatly as possible, took a pair of chopsticks, and took Sunghoon’s favorite seasoning from the cabinet.

Sunghoon didn’t say a word as he pulled the chair and sat down soundlessly. Y/n put a half teaspoon of nutmeg into his rice, poured the boiling water into the teapot, and served her peaceful husband a cup of tea.

They stayed quiet as Y/n cut three carrots, while Sunghoon eat his meal. Y/n can still remember the night they first met, the jobs that made them so close, and the whole moment of their wedding. Now Y/n could only wait for him to leave so she could sleep at least just for an hour.

“Karin will be eating dinner with me.” Sunghoon will not be home until tomorrow afternoon. Y/n could sleep a day, or at least walk Gauel to the park later or tomorrow morning. But Sunghoon must not see her slacking off. He doesn't like it when she rest.

After Sunghoon put down his utensils and stood up, Y/n ran to fetch a coat for him and grabbed his things while she waited for him by the door. She held the coat wide for him to wear and gave him his things, held the door open until he stepped outside their apartment.

“Come back safely.” Sunghoon went on his way without answering—like usual—and Y/n locked the door once he was out of sight.

Park Sunghoon is a former idol and is currently big in the modeling industry. Eleven years ago when he started his modeling, after a year of being a minor model, he became a Vogue cover, went to different countries, endorsed, modeled, and walked through the runway with different luxury brands. In the years of his success, there he met Lee Y/n. Y/n was Sunghoon’s makeup artist for seven years, and she’s the sister of one of his friends Lee Heeseung. There were times and events when Y/n and Sunghoon interacted outside of work because of their connection with Lee Heeseung. Time passed. They fell in love and dated for four years.

Sunghoon was the sweetest when they dated. Always checking on her, asking for what she thinks, and what she likes. He’d take care of her when she was unable to take care of herself. He’d act like a child just to get her attention. She always felt like the most significant person in the world. The most important person to him. She didn’t know what happened.

_____

The feeling of knocking loudly on the hard tiled floor, and the feeling of feeling nothing at all—Park Sunghoon lifted himself from laying, then eventually felt warm hands on his shoulders and back, guiding him on the pillow to lean on his back, then he slap the hands away.

The last thing Sunghoon remembered was that he was feeling sick, then suddenly lost consciousness, unable to register what was happening around him, then eventually knocked himself down while on shoot.

“I was worried—”

“You did this, didn’t you?” Voice lashed with cold, he looked up at Y/n who met his eyes.

“Did what...?”

He couldn’t believe her. How could she act all innocent? Was she jealous of Karin that’s why she did this. Was she mad at him because of what happened last time with their date? Just what is wrong with her?

“Put nutmeg on my food every single meal.” His face was solid rock. His brows met each other while his jaw clench hard.

Y/n creased a confused face. She thought he liked it when she added a little nutmeg on his rice. What is it this time? Y/n truly is getting tired.

“You—you said you liked it when I add nutmeg into your rice?” She whispered as she held her hands tightly below her, preventing them from shaking.

“We’ll talk later at home.” Sunghoon managed to say on gritted teeth, while Y/n swallowed whatever she could swallow.

Was it her fault again? She didn’t know why he fainted, the doctor didn’t say anything to her, all she knew was that he fainted while on the shoot...but she wished he’d not hurt her, she wished he’d just forget whatever her sin was, she would gladly apologies to him—kneel and beg for forgiveness, ask for him not to give her another cut and bruise to fix and cover.

Sunghoon slowly pushed himself off the bed, and as he stood up, he couldn’t help but wince in pain, slowly, he put his hand on his temples. Y/n called out to him, helping him to sit down again.

“I’m sorry, Sunghoon—wha—whatever happened, I’m very sorry, I didn’t mean it. Please, if you could ever give me time to make it up—please forgive me—”

“SHUT UP!” Y/n didn’t cry because he slapped her hands away, it was his unforgiving voice that startled at her. She could feel her throat clench.

Slowly and gently, she tried to catch Sunghoon’s hands. He didn’t resist nor slap her hands away this time, but Y/n could feel his hard fist.

“Let’s go home.” Y/n followed quietly.

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Park Sunghoon once complimented Lee Y/n’s cooking when they were still mare acquaintances. It was a normal Monday at work and Y/n always packed her lunch, and unexpectedly, Park Sunghoon came up to her to eat lunch together. Sunghoon liked the rice…the rice had nutmeg at that time.

Earlier at 8:21 at work, Sunghoon felt weird sensations in the pit of his stomach, while his surroundings danced around him. It wasn’t the first time it happened at work, and it wasn’t the first time that it happened anywhere. There are times when he constantly feels nauseous while having severe headaches, while everything around him seems to change shapes. He thought it was his overworking.

The last thing Sunghoon heard was ringing and Karin’s soft voice called over him and then he passed out. He woke up lying in the hospital bed with a doctor hovering over him. The doctor said that his constant nausea and hallucinations were the effect of digesting too much nutmeg, and the only one making his meal was his wife. It was always ordered food whenever he and Karin had meals.

Back at home, Y/n and Sunghoon sat still on the couch. Y/n’s looking at her trembling hands as Sunghoon stare at her with gritted teeth. Y/n whispered out trying to break the silence.

“You—You once told me you liked rice with nutmeg—” A loud bang cut through her words. Sunghoon smashed the wooden table separating them, as Y/n tried to cover her mouth, swallowing her cries.

“Y/n.” Sunghoon called out. But Y/n couldn’t look him in the eyes, her line of view could only register his clenching fist on the table through tear eyed sight.

“I’ve been feeling sick—I thought I was dying!” He raised his voice, she made a whimper.

“I’ve been blaming my work! And it’s all because you! You were trying to kill me—you tried to kill me, Y/n!” finally she looked him in the eye shaking her head.

“No—no, Sunghoon that’s not—” Y/n extended her arms to hold him by the table as she lifted herself up from sitting, but he raised his hand high above her, then she lay still on the floor, staring at the tiled ground with tears swelling her eyes. She couldn’t help it anymore, the whole apartment echoed her loud cries. Then, in a second the bedroom door slammed closed, and she was left alone with her silent whimpers.

She didn’t mean it, she only wants his approval, his acknowledgement; she only wanted Sunghoon to eat with her at dinner instead of spending all his night with Karin. She only wanted him to return and be the man she loved once.

Y/n wasn’t ignorant about the effect of too much nutmeg, that’s why she only added a little every meal. But when Sunghoon started to eat dinner with Karin and come back home late, and sometimes not returning home at all—Y/n took the opportunity to add a half tea spoon of nutmeg into his every breakfast. A part of Y/n knew that she added nutmeg with ill intent. While most part wants him to acknowledge and notice her. Then, it really was her fault…

After lunch earlier, when her phone rang with an unknown caller ID and told her the news of her husband passing out, she immediately put down Gauel and rushed to the hospital. When she arrived, the doctor only told her that he already woke up last hour, and eventually returned back to sleep. Then the doctor said nothing more.

When Sunghoon woke up and told her about the nutmeg, she was shaken, she thought she could kill herself for being the one who caused danger to her husband—now, she could only swallow her cries when he lifted his fist and broke from her touch. He hit her face strong enough to send her frozen on the floor.

Whenever Sunghoon is angry, often at her, Y/n slept at the spare room while Sunghoon locked himself alone in their bedroom. The first time they had a fight, Sunghoon told her that he wanted to be alone and slept at the spare room. But to Y/n’s conscience, she begged Sunghoon to sleep at their room instead since it’s much comfortable there than sleeping on the dusted bed at the spare room. Now, whenever Sunghoon’s mad at her, Sunghoon would locked himself alone in their room, with her no way of getting inside. She often felt like he already abandoned her, but he also needed a slave to take care of him, that’s why until now Sunghoon haven’t chased her out.

Like the usual, Y/n would get up at 5-6 am to prepare his meal, then see him off at the door. But today, after arranging his breakfast at the table, Sunghoon spared her no glance and went out without telling her a word. He doesn’t want to eat. He doesn’t trust her.

So Y/n sat down and ate his meal instead. Seconds passed and her head’s already flooded with thoughts. Minutes passed and her thoughts made her burst out crying.

Why did everything turned out to be like this? Why did he turned out to be like this? Is he still Sunghoon? The one she loved? Or was this someone else? It must have been his façade. He must’ve tricked her, and she fell in love with the idea of him without actually knowing him. It was all her fault was it? Should she die and end everything with her last breath? Or should he die and free herself?

Y/n spent her all morning thinking of ways to get rid of her pains, until Gauel barked at her to snap out of it. She saw Park Sunghoon in red just then. She slapped herself for the ridicule she’s been thinking and proceeded to do her chores.

Late that evening, she baked tiramisu—Sunghoon’s favorite—and cooked galbi jjim with other various dishes, also opened a bottle of soju, and message him at 6:03, apologizing and wishing him home, telling him she cooked his favorite and she didn’t add nutmeg in any of the dishes nor the rice.

8:37. Y/n had already set up the table and the dishes, and somewhere between 8-9, Sunghoon will be home. So she patiently readied herself sitting on the chair, checked her phone if he had already replied, but unfortunately, he left her on read. Well, at least he read. He knows she’s making all the efforts to apologize. Y/n let out a sigh and wished that he’d show up.

11:21. All the dishes had already run cold. Y/n was broken from her trance when Gauel approached her and barked. Her phone rang. it was Sunghoon’s caller ID.

“Oh!” It was a girl’s giggle with mumblings over the background.

“Uhm, who is this?”

“Y/n!” Y/n recognized the voice, it was her old coworker’s voice, before she resigned and married Sunghoon. It was Karin’s. Y/n couldn’t help but swallowed the lumps forming on her throat.

“Su—Sunghoon won’t be home for a while…” Karin’s voice was sloppy and uneven. She must be drunk.

“Why? Did something happen?”

“What? Of course not! Silly Y/n—” She hiccupped. “Just wanted to tell you Sunghoon’s unavailable to see you for dinner tonight.” Low grunts from the background made Y/n’s shoulder shiver.

“Why are you telling me this, where is he?” Y/n’s voice must’ve been shacking, she could feel her throat and chest throbbing.

“Hmm? What is it?” seconds of pause and Karin laughed on the other line.

“Sunghoon’s asleep honey! Bye~”

“wait! Kari—” Karin’s voice was replaced with ringing. Y/n slowly put the phone down, stood up and entered their bedroom, leaving the dishes cold on the table. Sunghoon’s probably drunk with Karin, doing who knows what…Y/n couldn’t take it anymore.

Sunghoon didn’t mean to not return home after three whole days…he just wanted a time alone and free himself from stress; it’s just that, Y/n has been giving her head ache for these past few days, and he wanted to clear his head, though Karin has been with him throughout those past three days.

Sunghoon slowly turned the knob. The whole apartment is pitch black, while there was an unpleasant smell lingers the air. Sunghoon ran and turned the lights open. There, at the table lays bowls, plates, and cups of rotten dishes. Sunghoon registered the decaying smell of gochujang and the smell close to a dead rat. In instinct he put his arms on his mouth and nose. What the hell is this? Where is Y/n?

Sunghoon wasted no more time and burst the bedroom door open and turned on the lights. No sign of his wife. He then strode to the bathroom door, pushed the curtains away, and no one’s there. He checked the spare room, checked the roof deck, checked the longue again, shuffled through Y/n’s dresser and closet. Her stuff is still there.

Y/n must’ve left since the night she last messaged him about the meal she made…she was apologizing to him, and he was with Karin. He remembered there were a time that night when Karin borrowed his phone and called someone. Was it Y/n? Sunghoon roughly shuffled his hair, scratched his palms, massaged his temples. Karin must’ve said something to Y/n. As far as he could remember, Karin drove him to the hotel he stayed at, then stopped in the middle of the road to borrow his phone, then when he’s inside the hotel room, he locked the door and said goodbyes to Karin. That’s all that happened that night…

Sunghoon grabbed his coat, turned off the lights and went outside. He needs to find Y/n. He must’ve been hard on her. Just what the hell did Park Sunghoon do?

Sunghoon felt the cold wind brush through his hair once he went down the apartment stairs, and now he stands alone in the roads. With his messy and scattered thoughts, the muffled screams of vehicle horns, yells of the drivers ahead of him, and the sound of his far distance apologies—he ran his eyes around him, he didn’t care if he’s in the middle of the road, but he’ll find his wife. He needed to find his wife.

To no avail, Park Sunghoon never had any trace of her. Slowly, with no energy left from his body, he opened the door and slam it close behind him. Something lunged at him...then burning and chocking—he could not breath. Sunghoon held the belt around his throat. With all his strength, he tried to lift up the person behind him as his sight blur while his breathing shortens, and a loud weight hitting the floor made his lungs finally grasps for air. Park Sunghoon stared at his wife slowly lifting herself up from the floor. Is he seeing this right? Y/n—Y/n…she—Y/n. His Y/n was trying to kill him…

Sunghoon couldn’t move on his feet. His eyes are wide open, his breathings are accelerating and accelerating until a quiet shriek left his mouth. His whole body was frozen when his wife lifted her head up to look at him. Tears flooded her eyes as she slowly stands up. Her whole body was shaking, and her loud cries filled Sunghoon’s hearing. Y/n lunge at him, running, tackling him down on the floor, Sunghoon held her wrist as she pushed her whole strength into the knife she’s holding. Sunghoon called out her name, but her cries only got louder and louder until his grip on her loosen. One, two, three...six—she stabbed and stab and stab. Sunghoon stared at his lovely wife. Her hair loose on their tight bun, he badly wants to hug her on her pink blooded apron she always wore whenever she cooks him meal. Slowly and gently, Park Sunghoon touched her wet cheeks. Little by little, her skin turned red as he kept on caressing her softly. Y/n screamed her pain and Sunghoon could only smile at her, because now he understands, he wasn’t able to be a good husband for her.

“I’m sorry,”

With the last of his strength, and the last burning of his breath, he held her hands tightly, and closed his eyes. Y/n lifted an axe.

The first time Park Sunghoon saw her was at Lee Heeseung’s 20th birthday, back in the times they were newly debut. She wore a ridiculous ankle pink boots and a twin messy braid. He remembered Heeseung and her argued about Heeseung not informing her that his friends will come, she should’ve wore something decent. But Park Sunghoon loved that outfit. That’s the outfit he always loved.

It was snowing hard outside when they first met at work. Y/n was newly hired as Sunghoon’s makeup artist. She remembered his soft smile that burned her cheeks, she remembered when Sunghoon first asked her out, she remembered when he first kissed her, she remembered his heat all over her—not like this, cold and still.

The taste of sweet, salty and savory erected at Y/n’s tongue. The sensation of chewy and juicy flooded her mouth, and when she swallowed, a great feeling of longing, sorrow and grief left her body weak. The body-less of Park Sunghoon’s head stare at Park Y/n as she opened her mouth, bringing a spoon full of his love for her to digest.

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Note: HI! all the infos about nutmeg is from google...so...pls don't attack me. Btw i'm sorry Sunghoon died. and i'm sorry i was dead for too long....so yeah...

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My first novel!!

PLEASE READ

idk...THIS NOVEL IS WRITTEN IN FILIPINO 🥲🥲🥲🥲

Aghk bye.

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Hi ppl, heres a Ni-ki fanfic bundle! Stay delulu everyone!!

NI-Ki angst list

(MADE ALL THIS CUZ I'M LONELY)

1. Fearless (Taylor's version)

"On the storm." He quietly answered. And slowly his lips curved up, then the next thing I knew he was outside in the middle of the rain running to my side and opening the door then not even a second, he dragged me to the pavement holding my hand as the loud rain drops filled our both ears, then his warm hands held me by the waist pulling me closer and his body was against mine.

2. After the little mermaid turned into sea foam

I wanted to, but I could not, after all this time, I know I did not love you.

3. The Rhythm of her

"I'll always love you." Y/n lastly said kissing him deeply, feeling every taste, showering her every emotion, for she know, that they both know that it would be the last.

4. Occasus Solis (sunset)

I hope to meet you again, when the time favours us, finally and hopefully, my Sunshine.

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NI-Ki angst list

(MADE ALL THIS CUZ I'M LONELY)

1. Fearless (Taylor's version)

"On the storm." He quietly answered. Slowly his lips curved up, then the next thing I knew, he was outside in the middle of the rain running to my side and opening the door then not even a second, he dragged me to the pavement holding my hand as the loud rain drops filled both of our ears, then his warm hands held me by the waist pulling me closer and his body was against mine.

Word count: 4453 words.

2. After the little mermaid turned into sea foam

I wanted to, but I could not, after all this time, I know I did not love you.

Word count: 695 words.

3. The Rhythm of her

"I'll always love you." Y/n lastly said kissing him deeply, feeling every taste, showering her every emotion, for she know, that they both know that it would be the last.

Word count: 1670 words.

4. Occasus Solis (sunset)

I hope to meet you again, when the time favours us, finally and hopefully, my Sunshine.

Word count: 785 words .

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Occasus Solis

Pairings: Nishimura Riki X F!Reader

Genre: Angst.

Warning: None.

Description: Ni-ki is your boyfriend since middle school, it all started when his friends started shipping and teasing the both and it turned out Ni-ki had a crush on you since day one. Until you both go into a university you have each other's back, until it's finally time to graduate, to plan for your lives. But it seems like God has different plans. You may not be the one he'll spend all the rest of his life with, but you're still the one whom his heart embraced up until he grows old and his hair as grey as your time.

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++This fic is originally a Ni-ki and Sunoo fanfic, but I noticed it never got quite the attention I hoped for, and it was also written in taglish, so no wonder nobody read it. So I made this!! Enjoy!!++

Occasus Solis - "sunset ˈsənˌset" in Latin.

• • • • •

I watch you and admire you this close. I hear you gasping looking at the setting sun, and I mindlessly stare at your twinkling eyes of stars, I sometimes wonder, "How can someone be this lovely?" Then I realized, maybe because you are the sunshine, that's why I can't take my eyes off of you, but also pains my eyes whenever I look at you, and they'll eventually water.

"Riki my Love, why are you crying?" Your voice ring through my ears, but it never went away, it just keep on repeating, repeating the wonders of your voice.

"Nothing Love, just wondering things..." I answered you with my almost breaking voice, trying to swallow the lumps of my throat that were trying so hard to stop me from spitting my thoughts out, with my hot tears running down my face, you stare at me, dropping your smile, then when the sunset lights hit your face, it made me realize our time is too short. For all people to leave, why would he pick you?

"Love...you should go rest." Those words came out of my mouth like a whisper, holding the rest of my tears from falling, and holding myself from closing my eyes, scared that you might suddenly fade away, scared that you might leave anytime soon, scared that I won't be seeing those wonderful twinkly eyes of yours that a person would not stop from staring at till those eyes of them burn, and that specific person is those eyes that it's been staring at now. I wonder, what if it was me, the one who'll go away, you might have the same feelings I've been holding for these past few months, I shouldn't have gone home, I shouldn't have left you, I shouldn't have believed you when you told me that you'll be fine, but in the end, you're not.

"Love...maybe- " your sentence was cut off by those silent cries of yours that made my throat burn further, then you close your eyes, open them once again and look at me with your smile that always hides your eyes.

"Maybe God saw that it's not now, there must be a next time, maybe it's not the right time yet, maybe this is a second chance for us to start a new life...in another world, in another time, and maybe in another body. ..but hopefully, never another us, and maybe God picked me first, Love." You told me those words, with a smile but your tears are falling. I kinda blame the sunset for making it so perfect for goodbyes.

"Why-....why you-" My breath was cut off with hiccups, I have now been hiccuping, forcing my cracked-up voice to come out, preventing myself from breaking any further, but I've seen more than enough of you breaking every day, every day you got thinner, every day you got less energetic, and every day those days end, our time got even shorter.

"We can't predict the future, but predicting it won't help, you'll just have to let it flow for how it is, and we have nothing to do with it." Now you're whipping my tears away, while your own eyes gleam with the sunset lights and sparkly tears that are too beautiful to be the end.

"What if-...what if- if there is no next life? What if I can't find you? What if we're born at the wrong time? Y/n what if it's the last time I'll be with you?" The last question made me cry harder and louder, and I am now trying to catch my breath.

" Just wait, and if you can still love...then don't be afraid to try and love someone new, it'll not make me angry nor sad Riki... it'll make me happier, that maybe there is something that'll make you happy, whenever reincarnation is real or not try to be happy in this life, because we cannot predict the future, so be happy even without me." You told me that, and I can still remember how perfectly shone those orange-red-blueish hews of lights hit your bright eyes with crystal tears flown by it.

But now I can't even look at you laying down there, at once looking so peaceful, but I am dreadful, I am hollow, I'm nothing but a body that's moving. I can't even go to where you are, and by any day's close, you'll be buried down, and hopefully be in a place where you and I will meet again, waiting, and hopefully somewhere where the sun rises with you, Sunshine.

I hope to meet you again, when the time favours us, finally and hopefully, my Sunshine.

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After the little mermaid turned into sea foam

Pairings: Nishimura Riki X F!Reader

Genre: Historical Fiction, Fantasy, Fairytale.

Warning: none.

Description: After the little mermaid turned into sea foam, when the Prince she loved woke up in the arms of his new wife- what did he ever think? What happened to him? Did he ever think of her?

Reminder: Pov shifts between Fist person(Ni-ki) and Third person. I also encourage you to read the fairytale The Little Mermaid first if you have not read it yet so you can enjoy this fic more.

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(This fanfic is inspired by the classical fairytale "The Little Mermaid" by Hans Christian Andersen)

++ This fanfic has been sitting in my drafts since my favourite Disney classic, The Little Mermaid by Disney was released! And right after finishing the movie, I immediately read Christian Andersen's and while reading, I couldn't help but imagine Ni-ki as the Prince....so...yeah! Have fun reading!!++

Synopsis of The Little Mermaid by Hans Christian Andersen

(It is her fifteenth birthday, and the Little Mermaid wants nothing more than to see the world above the sea. With her father's permission, she surfaces, getting her first glimpses of ships, fireworks, and human beings. She is especially taken with a young Prince she spies aboard one of the ships. Suddenly a great storm approaches, and the Little Mermaid rescues the handsome Prince. She sings a lullaby to comfort him. She escapes to the mermaid world before he wakes, but she continues to think of him. Desperate for help to see him again, she decides to visit the mysterious Sea Witch, who gives the Little Mermaid a potion that will turn her tail into human legs - in exchange for the mermaid's voice. The Little Mermaid drinks the potion and is transformed. The now-human mermaid is found by the Prince. He marvels at her dancing, but is dismayed that she cannot speak. Then the Prince overhears a Princess singing a lullaby, and he mistakes her for the one who rescued him from the storm. They are to be married. Distraught, the Little Mermaid is found by her two sisters. They hand her a knife from the Sea Witch; if the mermaid stabs the Prince, his blood will return her legs to mermaid fins. The Little Mermaid is so in love that she cannot hurt the Prince. Realizing he will never love her in return, she jumps into the sea to spend eternity as sea foam along the water's surface.)

• • • • •

The time I woke up with my wife in my embrace and felt her hot breath. The last evening at the wedding rewound in my head.

Everything was perfect, the cathedral was gleaming with all the surrounding lights; and Reia, the girl in my arms shined the most. But I could see somewhere, somehow in the side of my eyes, I saw her there, eyes bloodshot and lips trembling.

My heart ache as I ignored her hopeful longing stares. Her hand quietly trembled at her sides, stopping the urge to reach and grab hold of me...my dumb foundling, whom I thought was the maiden who saved me laying dead at the beach. I wanted to hold you and tell you one last time. But you are not the one.

When I embraced her at the deck, on our way to the marriage, I told her she'd always be the one, that I'd rather choose her over the Princes in my arms. I know how it felt; to cry but unable to shed tears. Her tight embrace resembles the touch of the sea that's still fresh in my memories, while her lips are the sweetness of roses.

Up until now I still have the thought that maybe, just maybe she was; the one who saved me and caught me in the depths of the sea, the one who swum with me up to the shore, the one who placed her warm lips on my forehead, and the one who sang to me with her most handsome voice- just maybe.

But I know it wasn't her, it wasn't my dumb foundling. It was she, the Princess in my arms.

The girl in my arms, the princes of Blue Islands, the girl who was taught in the church, the girl with skin so delicately fair, and the deepest ocean blue eyes, the one who sang so beautifully- but her palms, the way her soft palms held me, it wasn't the girl who saved me in the depths of the sea.

I stood up from my wife's embrace, Reia, and sat down, looking around, I noticed a metal reflecting the morning light caught my eyes, it was a dagger laying on the cold floor, with its handle curved in an ocean shape.

I went out of the room and goes up to the deck, where the cold morning air hit my face. It smells like the sea, it smells like fresh seaweed just like my dumb foundling.

But she's nowhere to be found. Where is she? The girl who danced with me the best, the one who can express her feelings through her eyes, the one who was at my side, the one I know who loved me truly-

The Prince, Niki, called out crews that are inside the ship to search and look for the little mermaid, he ordered them to dive into the depths of the sea, and he asked them where they last saw her. His mind was all over the place wondering, searching and longing for the little mermaid's expressive and lovable gaze, her warm gentle touch, her graceful dance, her soft hair... her warm lips.

My dumb foundling...where are you? Just for a minute, that is all I ask, I want to call you and show yourself to me. Let me see and watch your gaze upon me. The elegance of your dance drew me to adore you more than before. Just for a minute, please, I want to see you and hold you before it's too late.

I wanted to, but I could not, after all this time, I know I did not love you.

But as dawn neared, his confused wife stared and waited for him silently at his side as he clench the silver dagger in his hand staring deeply at the ocean's horizon. He felt his heart clench, he lost her, the girl who loved him the most.

Niki's tears run through his warm cheeks. He should have looked at her when he felt her gaze last evening, he should have listened even though she could not speak, he should have asked her name even though she couldn't say it, and he should have stayed; beside her, with her never shedding eyes.

And now, he stares at the dark waves wondering if she's there, wondering if she's alright, hoping that she's fine, because maybe he does, and Niki does from the start know that it was her who saved him from the strong waves on his very birthday. The one who lay him under the hot sands of the beach. The one who sang her awake.

His dumb foundling one. He loved her quite much.

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Engene swifties there!!! Please read!?

Fearless

Pairings: Nishimura Riki X F!Reader

Genre: Neighbor to Lovers? (I'm so not sure)

Warning: None.

Reminder: Pov shifts between Y/n and Ni-ki's perspectives.

Summary: You've liked Nishimura Riki since the day you first saw him, he's your neighbour three blocks away. It wasn't that you wanted to be obvious around him, it's just that, you wanted him to feel how much you cared for him, but it seems like he took your feelings negatively and everything eventually became messy with the two of you. But then when you distanced yourself from him, he started longing for your presence. Does he like you? But when prom came and you didn't attend, all answers struck him like lightning. Oh, he just wanted to dance with you.

Playlist: Fearless(Taylor's version)(album), Fearless (Taylor's version)song

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(This fic is inspired by Taylor Swift's song and album Fearless (Taylor's version))

++While I was listening to this song way back 2022, I couldn't help but to picture Ni-ki and me having so much fun dancing in a storm, and I wrote this way back in May. I forgot I have this in my drafts..++

• • • • •

Nishimura Riki, my cool, handsome, tall senior whom I fell in love with last year. I can still remember his white toothy smile and the sakura was falling dramatically. My eyes were wide open, watching him carefully, as my heart skipped a beat in the cage of my chest. He looked so majestic. I thought that that day was a fairytale and that I wished to fall in love again, again and again.

"Is this yours?" he asked looking at me, that my ignorant 15-year-old self thought he also felt what I felt that day.

"Yea-" I answered, eyes lost at the sight of him in front of me as he hands my hairpin that I accidentally slipped off to the ground a second ago.

I fell in love at those very moments. I loved him at that very moment, and I love him up until now.

The sound of my mom calling me echoed from the kitchen to my room causing me to abruptly stand up and go to her.

"Yeah?" I answered looking at her as she make dinner. It was Sunday and I usually just stays at home reading or helping mom around the house.

"Someone's at the door!" Mom said, not bothering to look at me.

Once I was at the door, I grabbed the door knob and there I saw a figure that made my face light up, and immediately, I smiled and greeted him hi.

"I just came to give this to your mom, my mom said your mom ordered two Macha teas." He said suppressing a small-awkward smile.

"Really?" My smile was uncontrollable, it was as if my face was frozen in place, I could not control the smile that nearly reached my eyes.

"I really-- I mean Mom loves the teas Mrs. Nishimura makes!" I exclaimed a little too excited that I nearly jump, and he smiled another polite smile that made the pit of my stomach twirl.

"Fancy pork curry for dinner?" I offer as my tingling feeling of excitement filled my belly.

"Umm... my Mum just went to buy taiyaki, but yeah, I'll taste that curry," he answered, and I opened the door wider than ever while my smile reached my eyes.

"Good evening Miss L/n, Y/n invited me for dinner!" he called across the counter, and my mom gave him the sweetest welcome smile my mom could ever make, and I closed the door and get myself closer to them.

"Riki! You're here!" My mom called, brushing her hands on her apron as she extends her open arms for him and he accepted it dearly with a smile.

"Curry's for dinner!" Mom said as she approach the utensil drawers "Um Yeah, Y/n told me." he said as he quietly scanned the house familiarizing the place.

"Oh! And mom said you ordered this." He said, extending the tea powder he was holding, still has the smile he has since he came here.

"Oh yeah!" Mom said setting the plates and utensils down on the table.

"I'll help you," I told her as I took the things she was carrying, hoping to have a good image of Riki.

Dinner was fun and cosy as mom talked to Riki about rugby, schools, and girlfriends which Riki answered he does not have one; making me heave a sigh of relief.

After we ate, Riki insisted on washing the dishes, and of course, mom protested from making him, until his mom called and it was time for him to go home.

"You should see him off Y/n." Mom said winking at me and I gave her the brightest smile causing her to giggle.

"No, no! I can go by myself it's already dark it'll be dangerous for her!" Riki protested but I stood up from my chair so fast that I think I startled them both.

"I insist! It won't be such a long walk!" I said earning a sigh of defeat from him.

Me and my one year senior Riki live three blocks away from each other, they moved about a year ago from Japan because his sister wanted to pursue her dream here in Korea causing me to meet him and eventually fall in love with him.

The walk was awkward and silent, but I enjoyed it because it was a precious memory with him. This kind of late-night walk rarely happens even though we live in the same neighbourhood and study at the same Highschool, he's just hard to reach, he's very private and popular I can't seem to be noticed. Those thoughts filled my head making me unconsciously sigh.

"You shouldn't have walked me home," he said as we were nearing his house.

"No it's okay, I insisted!" I protested to reassure him, but he stopped in his tracks and turned around to face me. His expression was blank and cold, and it felt like ice run down my spine making me swallow hard.

"I don't want to walk with you. I don't want to have dinner with you. I don't like you." he said with a voice lashing so cold making me freeze in my state.

I stared at him, not blinking as my eyes widened and a lump in my throat formed. He turned his back and continued on his tracks, leaving me alone in the dark street, only a street lamp to light my sight of him getting farther away from me. I stayed for a moment, still stunned and speechless as I feel my heart, my throat going tighter and my feet gues numb, then suddenly I felt my face get wet. And then I left and walked home.

My mom asked me what happened when I got home and I told her Mrs. Nishimura said hi, and went straight to my bed.

The next morning, I got ready and went straight to school, but usually, I'd stop at the Nishimura's to ask for Riki, hoping to walk with him on the way, but every time I got there, he was already gone. Mrs Nishimura can only smile apologetically every day, but now, I've made up my mind to move on since he officially rejected me last night.

But when I walked passed his house, I heard him call my name, and for a moment I thought he had a change of mind and something familiar formed in my chest.

Then he runs towards me. My eyes stayed on his figure, I thought something was new, that something changed his mind because I never even confessed, but I won't deny that I was very obvious and desperate.

My eyes moved from his eyes to his hands as he extends the 2000 won bill he was holding.

"Your Mom's exchange," he said shortly, then he left leaving me confused and stunned with frozen feet yet again in the middle of the streets.

• • •

Three days passed, and I am slowly recovering from heartbreak, and now, Akki seat beside me in the cafeteria talking about the upcoming prom next week on Saturday.

"Aren't you coming?" she asked me, mouth still full of Spaghetti. I sighted and shake my head making her gasp.

"No way! you're not leaving me dateless alone!" she complained shaking my shoulders as she chew her lunch.

"As you said, I don't want to be dateless at the prom." I sighed watching her eat. It was the celebration of the last years in high school, and every year there's a prom.

Usually, I don't have a date, but now, I'm afraid I'll feel very lonely; and the next thing we'll know, we're already at college, and I'm not even a bit excited about that, not when I just got rejected from someone I adored so much, and probably he's at the dance studio or the rugby field getting asked out by every girl in the school. I sighed louder this time, burying my face in my arms at the table as I imagined the worst-case scenarios.

"You should just get over it and find another guy to like!" Akki said crossing her arms.

"Don't cry and mop over a guy, they don't deserve it!" She poked her spaghetti aggressively looking at me while her brows frowned, but I only answered her with a sigh. Akki is my best friend from elementary, she's the one who's with me from time to time.

"You know he's the first guy I've honestly liked so much. You know that right?" I told her as I heaved another long gloomy sigh.

Days passed without waiting at Nishimura's doorstep, without stalking him on the internet, without watching him dance at the stadium with the other girls that also liked him, without waiting for him to go home after playing rugby, without making excuses just to have a word with him, and it's all so foreign and weird to me. I wonder if he ever noticed that my presence are gone.

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Ni-ki's Pov

"Y/n's hasn't been here since last week!" Jungwon-hyung said as we change into our uniform ready to go home from rugby practice.

"Yeah? wasn't that nice, no distraction for Niki?" Jay-hyung said as a teasing smile cross his lips earning an eye roll from me.

"She doesn't distract me Jay-hyung, and yes, I'm very glad I won't see her obvious- ridiculous annoying face. Do you even know how hard it is for me to ignore her? It seems like she's everywhere!" I said almost yelling but they just chuckled at me, and I just gave them another eye roll, hoping they'll stop teasing me with that stupid girl.

"That's a lot of description. I bet you've been imagining her smile since the day she's not around." Jake-hyung said as I adjust my shirt and slammed my locker's door loudly earning another giggle from them.

"Stop pushing it as if I like her! Cuz I don't!" I said and left the dressing room and grabbed my bag and went home.

• • •

On my way home, I saw her figure at our house's doorstep standing, and immediately, I ran to her instinct and grabbed her shoulder turning her around in front of me.

"I told you to leave me alone!" I said holding her shoulder tighter, as I look at her annoyed.

"I don't like you." My voice was quite loud and I just stared at her when she didn't respond, a second later I noticed the tears at the corner of her eyes, and she holds her hands tightly, lips trembling. 

"What?" I annoyedly yelled causing her to jolt and slap my hands off of her shoulder.

"My mom said she wants another tea!" Her voice was trembling.

Then she leaned forward and punched her hand that was gripping the money in my chest then she left as tears fall from her eyes.

I stared at the money on the floor, still stunned by what happened. Then Mum opened the door, eyeing me and the money laying on the floor.

"Why are you just standing there?" She said as she crouched down to pick up the money.

"What's the commotion I was hearing? Why do you look like you've seen a ghost?" She said eyeing me from up to down.

"Your eyes are about to pop out." Mom lastly said she closed the door leaving me behind, still in confusion standing outside as I slowly process what just happened.

• • •

"Secondhand embarrassment!" Heeseung-hyung laughed across the table as we ate our lunch at the cafeteria.

I told them about what happened yesterday with the encounter with Y/n hoping to earn sympathy from them but they just laughed at me! And so, I gave them another eye roll.

"Shut up!" I said as I glance at the whole cafeteria until my gaze lastly landed on the entrance I noticed  Sunoo-hyung has been looking at me teasingly as his brows move up and down.

"Who're you waiting for, that you keep on glancing at the entrance?" Sunoo hyung said and I was quick to defend myself that he was wrong, but they all laughed causing everyone inside the cafeteria to look our way.

"Our Niki's still a baby!" Sunghoon hyung said. "He's denying his crush just like his Jay hyung does," Sunghoon-hyung exclaimed laughing loudly that his small fangs are visible even though we were at the last end of the table.

"Sunghoon shut up," Jay-hyung said, and annoyance was visible on his face, so, they bicker again, and my mind drifted off to somewhere.

• • •

Weekends are nearing, and prom is also nearing, and for once, I'm at the L/n's doorstep, readying myself of pressing the doorbell, when a familiar voice startled me awake from my thoughts.

"Aren't you gonna ring it?" I looked down at her, she was at the staircase holding a paper bag filled with snacks as bitterness cross her face.

"Um.." I was about to tell her a lie but she just shove past me and opened the door.

"Aren't you gonna come inside?" Hearing her voice so cold made my spine freeze into place, and I just realised I was staring and immediately entered the warmth of their house.

"Riki!" Miss L/n's voice rang all over the house, she extended her arms like usual and I gladly took it and hugged her.

"Here's your matcha powder and your exchange," I said extending her the container and the money in my hand.

"Fancy steak?"  She offered, while at the table, four plates are already prepared making me have no choice but to dine in. "Of course!" I answered.

Footsteps of two people rang as Y/n and a guy went downstairs laughing.  The sight in front somewhat makes me curious about who's the guy with her, he was quite tall, but not taller than I am, and he has a Western look and dimples on both cheeks, while I frown unconsciously, not finding the view entertaining.

We all sat down when Mrs.L/n motioned us to eat, and once I sat down, Mrs.L/n bombard me with questions like usual. After questioning me about some random stuff, her attention alters to Y/'s friend who's sitting beside her.

"So you and Y/n are classmates?" Mrs.L/n questioned and the guy nodded in answer.

"Yes, and she always impresses everyone with her Arts and Music! She's very lovely when she sings!" The guy exclaimed, then his full attention shifted to Y/n, looking at her quite lovely as if he was some love-sick boy, but for some reason, he makes me irritated, how come I never knew she can sing?

"Stop it, Maki, it's not like I'm some siren who sings like what you said." Y/n irritatedly said, then this Maki guy chuckled.

Mrs. L/n laughed "She's just embarrassed Maki, she's usually sweet!" Maki nodded and smiled at Mrs L/n. His actions make me irritated, and as they talk it made me feel out of place, I wonder what's wrong with Y/n tonight, she's not usually this cold and easily irritated.

My gaze on Y/n shifted to Mrs L/n when she started talking. "Right Riki? Usually, when you show up at the door she'll eventually smile and talk enthusiastically!" Mrs L/n exclaimed.

Looking at Y/n, she has her glare on her mom then looked at me when her mom laughed at her. Suddenly I feel so shy, and awkward that I could only smile at her. But the movement made her roll her eyes at me.

"Stop with it already," I could see her reddening ears as she play with her food, and for some reason, it made me chuckle. then I caught Maki's gaze, and surely, I saw a glint of jealousy in his eyes.

It's not like there's something between Y/n and me.

And eventually, the atmosphere between Maki and me became awkward the whole dinner.

Later on, Mom called me to go home, but this time when Mrs. L/n asked Y/n to send me home, she looked at me for a second then made her way up the stairs and Maki followed her next. But mysteriously, there's a lump formed in my throat as I watch her walk away. I was quick to swallow what was blocking my throat when Mrs L/n apologizes for her daughter's behaviour.

"She's not usually like that, did something happen at school?" Mrs L/n asked worrying, but all I could do was swallow hard, knowing I might be the reason.

"I'm afraid I don't Mrs.L/n."

Once I went home, the things that happened at dinner earlier rewound in my thoughts as I feel weird inside. I wonder why I'm feeling this way.

• • •

I was walking down the quiet hallway when I heard two people talking, it seems like a guy and a girl. I was about to ignore it and avoid eavesdropping when I heard their familiar voices.

Wasting no more seconds, I turned around and turn around the corner and saw Y/n, her face was sour- or maybe surprised. But the person was facing his back on me, I could not see his face.

"I mean..." The other guy started, "You don't have to say yes now, but please consider my offer?" The guy's voice was familiar, and I suspect that he could be Maki last night at dinner.

I saw Y/n smile at him, and then she gently held his hands, I didn't know why, or what happened. But the longer I stand there, the feeling of nausea increases in the pit of my stomach as I absent-mindedly clench my jaw.

I took one last look before turning around and making my way back to my classroom, forgetting the reason I was outside.

The cushion of my bed envelopes me as I shift and turn feeling the misery of what I heard earlier from Y/n and the guy with her in the hallway, then there's this thing I did out of impulse by asking someone I completely don't know to go to the prom with me...

I fucked up.

I don't even know her name, I didn't give her my contact nor do I have hers. I completely acted through emotions, and all I can do about it is stare at my room's ceiling.

• • •

Me, Jake-hyung, and the others look through trousers, vests, coats, ties and shoes to wear at the upcoming prom tomorrow.  Other students also shop here.

I wonder if Y/n will also buy her dress here...

"I don't care where she'll buy though..." I frowned as I shuffle through the coats in front of me.

"What are you mumbling about?" Jake-hyung whispers close to my ear making me jump a little.

"None of your business." I shortly answered as I continue picking coats. Jake-hyung chuckled as an answer, not long after, he looks at me in the eye seriously, placing a hand on my left shoulder, making me stare at him in confusion.

"You shouldn't do things you'll regret Niki, sometimes you didn't know the things that you've always wanted are already in your palms, but if you accidentally let go, you might never have the power to bring it back anymore even if you try."

His words left me at gaze, the only thing I could reply to him was a nod.

• • •

And then as fast as light, the prom that everyone has been waiting for came.

Dancing lights are everywhere, blinding me as I search through the crowds. I was a little confused as to whom am I searching for, really? Was it the girl I asked out...or was it Y/n all along?

I stand still in the middle of the crowds, observing, wondering, and making conclusions, frozen in my steps. And my eyes could not focus on one thing but the entrance door.

I feel like there was a big lump in my throat, there's this feeling of longing while my breath speeds up as I feel my heart skip a  beat.

Do I like her?

The thoughts made my insides weird, as if a hurricane is inside of my stomach, making me nauseous, these feelings whenever I think of her, this nervousness, wondering if she'll come, and the fear that she'll not...

I do like her.

But what will I do? Does she want to see me? She liked me before...

"Is it too late?" I looked up at the ceiling and heaved a sigh, feeling defeated as I feel my hot breath touch my lips.

"No, it's not." I suddenly jolted.

Turning around, I saw a girl that's quite familiar, I scanned her, squinting my eyes, looking at her carefully, until my eyes lit up.

"You're Y/n friend!" I said as my voice mixed with the loud music around us.

"She's at her house! You can dance with her later when the event started on time if you go there now!" She said through the music at the back, muffling her voice. Not even a second, she's already walking away mixing with the crowds.

My heart smashes in my chest louder than the music in the background. I ran through the crowds as I feel my lips curl up, I bump into other people, but I mind them not, I interrupted the ones who tried to talk to me, but I never stopped on my steps as I near the exit, because I've made my decision.

I won't let her go now.

Huffling my breath as I run through the parking lot, looking for the car I borrowed from my father, shuffling my pockets looking for the keys as my hand shake from the things I've been feeling, I wasted no second and rode the streets making my way.

As I near the neighbourhood I've been through and walked through countless times, my heart could not stop skipping a beat, I'm at the point I think I'll die, and the watch on my right arm seems so loud in my ears.

Before I could even step out of the car, the door swung wide open, and there I saw her in her messy hair, she has her eyes wide open as she huff deep breaths.

"Come with me." My voice came out, it was trembling with my fingers and then I swallowed hard and stared at her wide eyes and slightly agape mouth, then her lips slowly curled up. And I might be mistaken but, I think she just stared at me lovingly, like she always does with those familiar passionate eyes, and I just know that those stares are only for me.

Y/n turned her back and run upstairs, thirty minutes later, I saw her in a light yellow dress just below her knee, and she wear silver slippers, and her hair was in braids in a high bun.

I sigh looking at her, I had never paid attention before, but now I could say that she was the prettiest girl I'd laid my eyes on.

My heart feels like swelling from joy, excitement and anxiety are all mixed. Then she walked down the staircase, and when she was closer she halted a  stop, I can feel her hot breath and it smells minty, and not even a minute I was already captivated.

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Y/n's Pov

When I walked closer to him, joy and many other emotions were playing in my stomach, then I felt his hot breath touch my cheeks. I thought I might explode, he looks like a prince out of a fairytale.

I sighed, studying him, looking at his black orbs carefully, and it seems like they glisten beneath the dark sky.

"I'll come with you," I whispered just enough for him to hear and drag me in the passenger seat.

The ride was silent, while my cheeks burn and my insides twirled, then not long, heavy droplets touched the windows, and the car stopped.

I stayed silent waiting for him to say something, and then he runs his hands through his black hair and looked at me.

Everything seems to fade at the back when he held my hands.

"Would you like to dance with me?" His voice came out like a whisper, his hopeful eyes warms me up as I hear the small droplets of rain in the back of my mind while I hear the mixture of our silent breathing. I swallowed hard staring at him.

"On the storm?"

"On the storm." He quietly answered. And slowly his lips curved up, then the next thing I knew he was outside in the middle of the rain running to my side and opening the door then not even a second, he dragged me to the pavement holding my hand as the loud rain drops filled our both ears, then his warm hands held me by the waist pulling me closer and his body was against mine.

He stared deeply at my eyes until his warm lips captivated mine.

It was slow and warm, it was like a dream and I held him tightly, it lasted for minutes, and then he broke the kiss and held my left hand guiding me for a dance.

The dance was slow, I couldn't help but laugh and look at him again when I heard him giggle and my cheeks and ears burn even though we were all wet from the rain.

"I love you since a year ago..." A sigh silently left my lips.

"Up until now I still do, very, very much," I said hoping he'd hear my voice through the rain. I stayed my gaze on the pavement, and couldn't look at him, fearing I might cry.

Then I feel he let my arm go and held my chin making me catch his eyes. Then he advanced closer and hugged me tight.

"I'm sorry for not realising it early, but please, allow me to love you..." His silent trembling voice and the raindrops are the only things I can hear, and as I hear him, the words that left his mouth felt like a thousand emotions linger through.

"I love you Y/n..." His breath was warm in my ears as I heard him whisper slowly, and the beating of our hearts made harmony together with the rain, and surely the best dress I wear tonight was made to be danced in the middle of the storm, and the things all I could feel was the fearless love and longing for the guy in front of me.

I love you more Nishimura Riki.

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The Rhythm of her

Pairings: Nishimura Riki X F!Reader

Genre: Historical Fiction.

Warning: none.

Description: You've always wanted to be a professional violinist, you are someone who idolize someone like the violinist virtuoso Niccolo Paganini, but it seems like your parents have different plans for you. And so, you were married to a Prince of a neighbouring kingdom. As soon as you both got married, he became King while you, a Queen. But what if the longing of your childhood dream still linger in your chest, are you ready to let him go?

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Word count: 1670 words

(This fic is inspired by the Queen Charlotte: A Bridgerton Story series from Netflix, and the Filipino film Hello, love, good bye.)

• • • • •

It was two years ago, he was seventeen when they first met and he was no longer a Prince, the day of their wedding, and she wore the whitest gown, and the prettiest hair. She never looked at him that day, even at their first kiss when the priest announced them, husband and wife.

He admit that they were too young, and she was chased away from home, that she felt very sad that only the strong strings of the violin can make her less sentimental; but he just wanted to talk and spend time with her.

He loved it when she played the instrument, the way she gently close her eyes when she started playing a piece, the way she moves her hands, the way her fingers pressed through the strings. It was elegant. His Queen was very elegant.

The Queen loves the garden that is next to the music room, she often strolls down the garden in the early morning looking through her favourite flowers, peonies. And the king also often watches her take a stroll on his balcony.

They do not talk much in their first month of marriage, and the only interaction they have was at breakfast, lunch, and dinner, then after all that they'd go in their ways.

The King, Riki, loves to play sports, he loves adventures and new places, and he loves to explore and listen to his wife's playing the violin often at tea time.

While the Queen, Y/n, loves to read and loves to write her thoughts through her journals discussing her everyday recycled life. And most of all, she loves to play music.

The couple was quite the opposite. They do not talk much, they do not ask each other much such as 'How is your day?'. They only glance at each other and nod in their way when they bump into each other.

Their marriage was over a year when they started to open up a bit with each other. The Queen, then found herself loving the way Niki danced, she loves how he expresses himself by following the music. The Queen also loves his bubbly personality, whenever she hears him giggle she couldn't help but laugh with him, telling him he laughs like a child.

Y/n walks through the garden making her way into the pavilion near the pond.

There, she saw him staring deeply into the waters as if he was searching for something.

"Good afternoon." She quietly said as she join him at his side, not glancing at him.

The king then chuckles. "It is quite early for afternoons, my Queen." Niki shifted his gaze at Y/n, he could see her eyes and her slightly agape mouth.

She looks beautiful, more than beautiful, Majestic she truly is.

"Why are you here? Something the matter?" Y/n asked finally glancing at him.

"I was wondering if the Queen wanted to dance with me at the Queen dowager's Birthday banquet." Niki silently said, quite enough for Y/n to hear.

"You're the King, how could you not? It is just a dance after all." Niki only looked at her, then turned his attention to the pond.

"I thought you never wanted to dance with me." His voice was painted blue, but for some reason, it made your heart warm that he wanted to dance with you.

"How so?" You asked through your small smile.

"You might want to spend time in the orchestra more playing the violin...like you did last year." The Queen looked at him when she heard him whisper it out. She felt bitterness as she observes his hopeful gaze.

"Well, I'll think about it," The Queen said, swallowing, avoiding his gaze.

Her movement made Niki chuckle a little, quite teasingly.

"I thought I could dance with you since I am the King," Niki said pointing at himself.

"Would you still pick violin over your godly good-looking husband? Who dances very gracefully and handsomely?" Y/n looked at him, whispering 'stop it".

A short silence followed then, Niki sensed her sudden dejection when they made contact in the eye, and she heave a long slow sigh.

"You know that playing the violin is the only thing that reminded me of home..." The Queen held his right cheek, and he can feel the warmth of her palms and her breath that always smelled like earl grey, but he could only sigh.

" Can I not be your home?" The Queen went silent for a second before locking her gaze at her feet.

"Can I not give you the comfort? Do I not seem like a husband?" Niki wanted her to look at him, but all she wanted to do was avoid his expressive eyes.

"...Paganini," Y/n whispered.

"I've always wanted to be a professional violinist..." She bitterly smiled at him.

"I thought that if I showed my father how great I am at playing, he might let me off the hook at marrying."

The Queen took a deep breath then she look at him expressing so much of the emotions she feels, until her lips trembled.

"I am sorry." Was all Niki can say and he embrace her deep into the warmth of his chest.

Days and weeks passed and this day, and his Royal Majesty- Niki, watch you play in front of three violin critics, where they'll observe you whether you passed as a great violinist.

Last week, Niki sent letters to each of them inviting them to the palace to watch you play, thinking it could make you happy if you hear them say you're more than a violinist virtuoso.

When the moment you put your instrument down, claps filled the room, and eventually, when you opened your eyes, your gaze landed on him. He was so proud, he was smiling up to the eyes, and he mouthed a small 'Good job', making your heart warm as your shoulder relaxed.

The critics said you were such a great violinist, that one of them even gave you a ticket to the opera they will perform next week.

You were very happy when one of them said you can be part of an orchestra. Your heart was filled with enthusiasm and also warmth after hearing that.

The day had passed quickly and the three critics went home.

The smile you wore since the day started never left your face up until now. You saw Niki on the balcony watching the sunset and the sky was a mix of orange and purple.

"Thank you." You let out a sigh.

"I'm glad you loved it." He said looking at your face endearingly, and then you slowly put your head at his shoulders.

"One of them said that if only I wasn't the Queen, I might be a popular violinist by now!" Your voice wasn't as enthusiastic as Niki feels, but he quietly chucked smiling at the sky and then looking at you.

"You can be a violinist if you want Y/n," He said as quietly as a whisper. You lifted your head after hearing those. You could not know what to feel, it was as if all sorts of emotions were in there.

"You can leave the title if you want, I'll not remarry or even think of it. You can be a great musician while I wait for you."

The look in his eyes was unreadable and at the same time they were sincere, his words are true, you can feel. But you don't feel the enthusiasm that he thought you'll do when he opened it up to you.

"But what about you?" Hearing your voice made his heart heavy, and then slowly, he could feel a lump form in his throat, but he could only swallow it as he deeply drowns in your eyes.

"I'll always love you."

The Banquet of the Queen Dowager's Birthday came and you were captivated by what your husband- Niki wore.

While dancing, you could only think of him while he held you and your eyes as he guides you to your feet. His smile was the warmest of summer, and his touch was the comfort of the music you've always known but never heard.

The whole night went through with the both of you dancing. It was fun and heartwarming. It felt like a scene straight out of a book.

Until midnight came, you found the both of you looking deeply at the dark sky filled with stars that reflects on the pond.

"I've been thinking it through." The Queen started. Niki could only stay silent, but deep inside, he wished it was him whom she'll pick, he wished and hoped she'll stay with him.

'A little longer please.' He'd thought.

'Stay in my embrace... please.' And he'd wish over, and over again in his mind.

But when her eyes caught him, her teary bloodshot eyes, her bitter-sour gaze, and the way she slowly held his hand.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes and held her left cheek once he heard her trembling voice.

"Go and be what you've always dreamt of. I know you'll be happy." Y/n only nodes at his words.

"I'll always love you." Y/n lastly said kissing him deeply, feeling every taste, showering her every emotion, for she know, that they both know that it would be the last.

And once their kiss was broken, she huff her breath, stealing a glance at him for the last time, and not long, she let him go, until he could only see her back, until darkness enveloped her, until she was no longer there.

His tears could not stop, and Niki's chest seems so tight, it was as if he could not breathe.

Until he regained his breath, still not going anywhere but the pavilion by the pond. Still not looking anywhere but the place she disappeared into. He could only heave a deep long sigh and close his eyes.

"I'll always love you more."

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After the little mermaid turned into sea foam

Pairings: Nishimura Riki X F!Reader

Genre: Historical Fiction, Fantasy, Fairytale.

Warning: none.

Description: After the little mermaid turned into sea foam, when the Prince she loved woke up in the arms of his new wife- what did he ever think? What happened to him? Did he ever think of her?

Reminder: Pov shifts between First person(Ni-ki) and Third person. I also encourage you to read the fairytale The Little Mermaid first if you have not read it yet so you can enjoy this fic more.

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Word count: 696 words.

(This fanfic is inspired by the classical fairytale "The Little Mermaid" by Hans Christian Andersen)

++ This fanfic has been sitting in my drafts since my favourite Disney classic, The Little Mermaid by Disney was released! And right after finishing the movie, I immediately read Christian Andersen's and while reading, I couldn't help but imagine Ni-ki as the Prince....so...yeah! Have fun reading!!++

Read the original story by Hans Christian Andersen

• • • • •

The time I woke up with my wife in my embrace and felt her hot breath. The last evening at the wedding rewound in my head.

Everything was perfect, the cathedral was gleaming with all the surrounding lights; and Reia, the girl in my arms shined the most. But I could see somewhere, somehow in the side of my eyes, I saw her there, eyes bloodshot and lips trembling.

My heart ache as I ignored her hopeful longing stares. Her hand quietly trembled at her sides, stopping the urge to reach and grab hold of me...my dumb foundling, whom I thought was the maiden who saved me laying dead at the beach. I wanted to hold you and tell you one last time. But you are not the one.

When I embraced her at the deck, on our way to the marriage, I told her she'd always be the one, that I'd rather choose her over the Princes in my arms. I know how it felt; to cry but unable to shed tears. Her tight embrace resembles the touch of the sea that's still fresh in my memories, while her lips are the sweetness of roses.

Up until now I still have the thought that maybe, just maybe she was; the one who saved me and caught me in the depths of the sea, the one who swum with me up to the shore, the one who placed her warm lips on my forehead, and the one who sang to me with her most handsome voice- just maybe.

But I know it wasn't her, it wasn't my dumb foundling. It was she, the Princess in my arms.

The girl in my arms, the princes of Blue Islands, the girl who was taught in the church, the girl with skin so delicately fair, and the deepest ocean blue eyes, the one who sang so beautifully- but her palms, the way her soft palms held me, it wasn't the girl who saved me in the depths of the sea.

I stood up from my wife's embrace, Reia, and sat down, looking around, I noticed a metal reflecting the morning light caught my eyes, it was a dagger laying on the cold floor, with its handle curved in an ocean shape.

I went out of the room and goes up to the deck, where the cold morning air hit my face. It smells like the sea, it smells like fresh seaweed just like my dumb foundling.

But she's nowhere to be found. Where is she? The girl who danced with me the best, the one who can express her feelings through her eyes, the one who was at my side, the one I know who loved me truly-

The Prince, Niki, called out crews that are inside the ship to search and look for the little mermaid, he ordered them to dive into the depths of the sea, and he asked them where they last saw her. His mind was all over the place wondering, searching and longing for the little mermaid's expressive and lovable gaze, her warm gentle touch, her graceful dance, her soft hair... her warm lips.

My dumb foundling...where are you? Just for a minute, that is all I ask, I want to call you and show yourself to me. Let me see and watch your gaze upon me. The elegance of your dance drew me to adore you more than before. Just for a minute, please, I want to see you and hold you before it's too late.

I wanted to, but I could not, after all this time, I know I did not love you.

But as dawn neared, his confused wife stared and waited for him silently at his side as he clench the silver dagger in his hand staring deeply at the ocean's horizon. He felt his heart clench, he lost her, the girl who loved him the most.

Niki's tears run through his warm cheeks. He should have looked at her when he felt her gaze last evening, he should have listened even though she could not speak, he should have asked her name even though she couldn't say it, and he should have stayed; beside her, with her never shedding eyes.

And now, he stares at the dark waves wondering if she's there, wondering if she's alright, hoping that she's fine, because maybe he does, and Niki does from the start know that it was her who saved him from the strong waves on his very birthday. The one who lay him under the hot sands of the beach. The one who sang him awake.

His dumb foundling. He loved her quite much.

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Fearless

Pairings: Nishimura Riki X F!Reader

Genre: Neighbor to Lovers? (I'm so not sure)

Warning: None.

Reminder: Pov shifts between Y/n and Ni-ki's perspectives.

Summary: You've liked Nishimura Riki since the day you first saw him, he's your neighbour three blocks away. It wasn't that you wanted to be obvious around him, it's just that, you wanted him to feel how much you cared for him, but it seems like he took your feelings negatively and everything eventually became messy with the two of you. But then when you distanced yourself from him, he started longing for your presence. Does he like you? But when prom came and you didn't attend, all answers struck him like lightning. Oh, he just wanted to dance with you.

Playlist: Fearless(Taylor's version)(album), Fearless (Taylor's version)song

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Word count: 4453 words.

(This fic is inspired by Taylor Swift's song and album Fearless (Taylor's version))

++While I was listening to this song way back 2022, I couldn't help but to picture Ni-ki and me having so much fun dancing in a storm, and I wrote this way back in May. I forgot I have this in my drafts..++

• • • • •

Nishimura Riki, my cool, handsome, tall senior whom I fell in love with last year. I can still remember his white toothy smile and the sakura was falling dramatically. My eyes were wide open, watching him carefully, as my heart skipped a beat in the cage of my chest. He looked so majestic. I thought that that day was a fairytale and that I wished to fall in love again, again and again.

"Is this yours?" he asked looking at me, that my ignorant 15-year-old self thought he also felt what I felt that day.

"Yea-" I answered, eyes lost at the sight of him in front of me as he hands my hairpin that I accidentally slipped off to the ground a second ago.

I fell in love at those very moments. I loved him at that very moment, and I love him up until now.

The sound of my mom calling me echoed from the kitchen to my room causing me to abruptly stand up and go to her.

"Yeah?" I answered looking at her as she make dinner. It was Sunday and I usually just stays at home reading or helping mom around the house.

"Someone's at the door!" Mom said, not bothering to look at me.

Once I was at the door, I grabbed the door knob and there I saw a figure that made my face light up, and immediately, I smiled and greeted him hi.

"I just came to give this to your mom, my mom said your mom ordered two Macha teas." He said suppressing a small-awkward smile.

"Really?" My smile was uncontrollable, it was as if my face was frozen in place, I could not control the smile that nearly reached my eyes.

"I really-- I mean Mom loves the teas Mrs. Nishimura makes!" I exclaimed a little too excited that I nearly jump, and he smiled another polite smile that made the pit of my stomach twirl.

"Fancy pork curry for dinner?" I offer as my tingling feeling of excitement filled my belly.

"Umm... my Mum just went to buy taiyaki, but yeah, I'll taste that curry," he answered, and I opened the door wider than ever while my smile reached my eyes.

"Good evening Miss L/n, Y/n invited me for dinner!" he called across the counter, and my mom gave him the sweetest welcome smile my mom could ever make, and I closed the door and get myself closer to them.

"Riki! You're here!" My mom called, brushing her hands on her apron as she extends her open arms for him and he accepted it dearly with a smile.

"Curry's for dinner!" Mom said as she approach the utensil drawers "Um Yeah, Y/n told me." he said as he quietly scanned the house familiarizing the place.

"Oh! And mom said you ordered this." He said, extending the tea powder he was holding, still has the smile he has since he came here.

"Oh yeah!" Mom said setting the plates and utensils down on the table.

"I'll help you," I told her as I took the things she was carrying, hoping to have a good image of Riki.

Dinner was fun and cosy as mom talked to Riki about rugby, schools, and girlfriends which Riki answered he does not have one; making me heave a sigh of relief.

After we ate, Riki insisted on washing the dishes, and of course, mom protested from making him, until his mom called and it was time for him to go home.

"You should see him off Y/n." Mom said winking at me and I gave her the brightest smile causing her to giggle.

"No, no! I can go by myself it's already dark it'll be dangerous for her!" Riki protested but I stood up from my chair so fast that I think I startled them both.

"I insist! It won't be such a long walk!" I said earning a sigh of defeat from him.

Me and my one year senior Riki live three blocks away from each other, they moved about a year ago from Japan because his sister wanted to pursue her dream here in Korea causing me to meet him and eventually fall in love with him.

The walk was awkward and silent, but I enjoyed it because it was a precious memory with him. This kind of late-night walk rarely happens even though we live in the same neighbourhood and study at the same Highschool, he's just hard to reach, he's very private and popular I can't seem to be noticed. Those thoughts filled my head making me unconsciously sigh.

"You shouldn't have walked me home," he said as we were nearing his house.

"No it's okay, I insisted!" I protested to reassure him, but he stopped in his tracks and turned around to face me. His expression was blank and cold, and it felt like ice run down my spine making me swallow hard.

"I don't want to walk with you. I don't want to have dinner with you. I don't like you." he said with a voice lashing so cold making me freeze in my state.

I stared at him, not blinking as my eyes widened and a lump in my throat formed. He turned his back and continued on his tracks, leaving me alone in the dark street, only a street lamp to light my sight of him getting farther away from me. I stayed for a moment, still stunned and speechless as I feel my heart, my throat going tighter and my feet gues numb, then suddenly I felt my face get wet. And then I left and walked home.

My mom asked me what happened when I got home and I told her Mrs. Nishimura said hi, and went straight to my bed.

The next morning, I got ready and went straight to school, but usually, I'd stop at the Nishimura's to ask for Riki, hoping to walk with him on the way, but every time I got there, he was already gone. Mrs Nishimura can only smile apologetically every day, but now, I've made up my mind to move on since he officially rejected me last night.

But when I walked passed his house, I heard him call my name, and for a moment I thought he had a change of mind and something familiar formed in my chest.

Then he runs towards me. My eyes stayed on his figure, I thought something was new, that something changed his mind because I never even confessed, but I won't deny that I was very obvious and desperate.

My eyes moved from his eyes to his hands as he extends the 2000 won bill he was holding.

"Your Mom's exchange," he said shortly, then he left leaving me confused and stunned with frozen feet yet again in the middle of the streets.

• • •

Three days passed, and I am slowly recovering from heartbreak, and now, Akki seat beside me in the cafeteria talking about the upcoming prom next month on Saturday.

"Aren't you coming?" she asked me, mouth still full of Spaghetti. I sighted and shake my head making her gasp.

"No way! you're not leaving me dateless alone!" she complained shaking my shoulders as she chew her lunch.

"As you said, I don't want to be dateless at the prom." I sighed watching her eat. It was the celebration of the last years in high school, and every year there's a prom.

Usually, I don't have a date, but now, I'm afraid I'll feel very lonely; and the next thing we'll know, we're already at college, and I'm not even a bit excited about that, not when I just got rejected from someone I adored so much, and probably he's at the dance studio or the rugby field getting asked out by every girl in the school. I sighed louder this time, burying my face in my arms at the table as I imagined the worst-case scenarios.

"You should just get over it and find another guy to like!" Akki said crossing her arms.

"Don't cry and mop over a guy, they don't deserve it!" She poked her spaghetti aggressively looking at me while her brows frowned, but I only answered her with a sigh. Akki is my best friend from elementary, she's the one who's with me from time to time.

"You know he's the first guy I've honestly liked so much. You know that right?" I told her as I heaved another long gloomy sigh.

Days passed without waiting at Nishimura's doorstep, without stalking him on the internet, without watching him dance at the stadium with the other girls that also liked him, without waiting for him to go home after playing rugby, without making excuses just to have a word with him, and it's all so foreign and weird to me. I wonder if he ever noticed that my presence are gone.

•            •             •             •              •

Ni-ki's Pov

"Y/n's hasn't been here since last week!" Jungwon-hyung said as we change into our uniform ready to go home from rugby practice.

"Yeah? wasn't that nice, no distraction for Niki?" Jay-hyung said as a teasing smile cross his lips earning an eye roll from me.

"She doesn't distract me Jay-hyung, and yes, I'm very glad I won't see her obvious- ridiculous annoying face. Do you even know how hard it is for me to ignore her? It seems like she's everywhere!" I said almost yelling but they just chuckled at me, and I just gave them another eye roll, hoping they'll stop teasing me with that stupid girl.

"That's a lot of description. I bet you've been imagining her smile since the day she's not around." Jake-hyung said as I adjust my shirt and slammed my locker's door loudly earning another giggle from them.

"Stop pushing it as if I like her! Cuz I don't!" I said and left the dressing room and grabbed my bag and went home.

• • •

On my way home, I saw her figure at our house's doorstep standing, and immediately, I ran to her instinct and grabbed her shoulder turning her around in front of me.

"I told you to leave me alone!" I said holding her shoulder tighter, as I look at her annoyed.

"I don't like you." My voice was quite loud and I just stared at her when she didn't respond, a second later I noticed the tears at the corner of her eyes, and she holds her hands tightly, lips trembling. 

"What?" I annoyedly yelled causing her to jolt and slap my hands off of her shoulder.

"My mom said she wants another tea!" Her voice was trembling.

Then she leaned forward and punched her hand that was gripping the money in my chest then she left as tears fall from her eyes.

I stared at the money on the floor, still stunned by what happened. Then Mum opened the door, eyeing me and the money laying on the floor.

"Why are you just standing there?" She said as she crouched down to pick up the money.

"What's the commotion I was hearing? Why do you look like you've seen a ghost?" She said eyeing me from up to down.

"Your eyes are about to pop out." Mom lastly said she closed the door leaving me behind, still in confusion standing outside as I slowly process what just happened.

• • •

"Secondhand embarrassment!" Heeseung-hyung laughed across the table as we ate our lunch at the cafeteria.

I told them about what happened yesterday with the encounter with Y/n hoping to earn sympathy from them but they just laughed at me! And so, I gave them another eye roll.

"Shut up!" I said as I glance at the whole cafeteria until my gaze lastly landed on the entrance I noticed  Sunoo-hyung has been looking at me teasingly as his brows move up and down.

"Who're you waiting for, that you keep on glancing at the entrance?" Sunoo hyung said and I was quick to defend myself that he was wrong, but they all laughed causing everyone inside the cafeteria to look our way.

"Our Niki's still a baby!" Sunghoon hyung said. "He's denying his crush just like his Jay hyung does," Sunghoon-hyung exclaimed laughing loudly that his small fangs are visible even though we were at the last end of the table.

"Sunghoon shut up," Jay-hyung said, and annoyance was visible on his face, so, they bicker again, and my mind drifted off to somewhere.

• • •

Weekends are nearing, and prom is also nearing, and for once, I'm at the L/n's doorstep, readying myself of pressing the doorbell, when a familiar voice startled me awake from my thoughts.

"Aren't you gonna ring it?" I looked down at her, she was at the staircase holding a paper bag filled with snacks as bitterness cross her face.

"Um.." I was about to tell her a lie but she just shove past me and opened the door.

"Aren't you gonna come inside?" Hearing her voice so cold made my spine freeze into place, and I just realised I was staring and immediately entered the warmth of their house.

"Riki!" Miss L/n's voice rang all over the house, she extended her arms like usual and I gladly took it and hugged her.

"Here's your matcha powder and your exchange," I said extending her the container and the money in my hand.

"Fancy steak?"  She offered, while at the table, four plates are already prepared making me have no choice but to dine in. "Of course!" I answered.

Footsteps of two people rang as Y/n and a guy went downstairs laughing.  The sight in front somewhat makes me curious about who's the guy with her, he was quite tall, but not taller than I am, and he has a Western look and dimples on both cheeks, while I frown unconsciously, not finding the view entertaining.

We all sat down when Mrs.L/n motioned us to eat, and once I sat down, Mrs.L/n bombard me with questions like usual. After questioning me about some random stuff, her attention alters to Y/'s friend who's sitting beside her.

"So you and Y/n are classmates?" Mrs.L/n questioned and the guy nodded in answer.

"Yes, and she always impresses everyone with her Arts and Music! She's very lovely when she sings!" The guy exclaimed, then his full attention shifted to Y/n, looking at her quite lovely as if he was some love-sick boy, but for some reason, he makes me irritated, how come I never knew she can sing?

"Stop it, Maki, it's not like I'm some siren who sings like what you said." Y/n irritatedly said, then this Maki guy chuckled.

Mrs. L/n laughed "She's just embarrassed Maki, she's usually sweet!" Maki nodded and smiled at Mrs L/n. His actions make me irritated, and as they talk it made me feel out of place, I wonder what's wrong with Y/n tonight, she's not usually this cold and easily irritated.

My gaze on Y/n shifted to Mrs L/n when she started talking. "Right Riki? Usually, when you show up at the door she'll eventually smile and talk enthusiastically!" Mrs L/n exclaimed.

Looking at Y/n, she has her glare on her mom then looked at me when her mom laughed at her. Suddenly I feel so shy, and awkward that I could only smile at her. But the movement made her roll her eyes at me.

"Stop with it already," I could see her reddening ears as she play with her food, and for some reason, it made me chuckle. then I caught Maki's gaze, and surely, I saw a glint of jealousy in his eyes.

It's not like there's something between Y/n and me.

And eventually, the atmosphere between Maki and me became awkward the whole dinner.

Later on, Mom called me to go home, but this time when Mrs. L/n asked Y/n to send me home, she looked at me for a second then made her way up the stairs and Maki followed her next. But mysteriously, there's a lump formed in my throat as I watch her walk away. I was quick to swallow what was blocking my throat when Mrs L/n apologizes for her daughter's behaviour.

"She's not usually like that, did something happen at school?" Mrs L/n asked worrying, but all I could do was swallow hard, knowing I might be the reason.

"I'm afraid I don't Mrs.L/n."

Once I went home, the things that happened at dinner earlier rewound in my thoughts as I feel weird inside. I wonder why I'm feeling this way.

• • •

I was walking down the quiet hallway when I heard two people talking, it seems like a guy and a girl. I was about to ignore it and avoid eavesdropping when I heard their familiar voices.

Wasting no more seconds, I turned around and turn around the corner and saw Y/n, her face was sour- or maybe surprised. But the person was facing his back on me, I could not see his face.

"I mean..." The other guy started, "You don't have to say yes now, but please consider my offer?" The guy's voice was familiar, and I suspect that he could be Maki last night at dinner.

I saw Y/n smile at him, and then she gently held his hands, I didn't know why, or what happened. But the longer I stand there, the feeling of nausea increases in the pit of my stomach as I absent-mindedly clench my jaw.

I took one last look before turning around and making my way back to my classroom, forgetting the reason I was outside.

The cushion of my bed envelopes me as I shift and turn feeling the misery of what I heard earlier from Y/n and the guy with her in the hallway, then there's this thing I did out of impulse by asking someone I completely don't know to go to the prom with me...

I fucked up.

I don't even know her name, I didn't give her my contact nor do I have hers. I completely acted through emotions, and all I can do about it is stare at my room's ceiling.

• • •

Me, Jake-hyung, and the others look through trousers, vests, coats, ties and shoes to wear at the upcoming prom tomorrow.  Other students also shop here.

I wonder if Y/n will also buy her dress here...

"I don't care where she'll buy though..." I frowned as I shuffle through the coats in front of me.

"What are you mumbling about?" Jake-hyung whispers close to my ear making me jump a little.

"None of your business." I shortly answered as I continue picking coats. Jake-hyung chuckled as an answer, not long after, he looks at me in the eye seriously, placing a hand on my left shoulder, making me stare at him in confusion.

"You shouldn't do things you'll regret Niki, sometimes you didn't know the things that you've always wanted are already in your palms, but if you accidentally let go, you might never have the power to bring it back anymore even if you try."

His words left me at gaze, the only thing I could reply to him was a nod.

• • •

And then as fast as light, the prom that everyone has been waiting for came.

Dancing lights are everywhere, blinding me as I search through the crowds. I was a little confused as to whom am I searching for, really? Was it the girl I asked out...or was it Y/n all along?

I stand still in the middle of the crowds, observing, wondering, and making conclusions, frozen in my steps. And my eyes could not focus on one thing but the entrance door.

I feel like there was a big lump in my throat, there's this feeling of longing while my breath speeds up as I feel my heart skip a  beat.

Do I like her?

The thoughts made my insides weird, as if a hurricane is inside of my stomach, making me nauseous, these feelings whenever I think of her, this nervousness, wondering if she'll come, and the fear that she'll not...

I do like her.

But what will I do? Does she want to see me? She liked me before...

"Is it too late?" I looked up at the ceiling and heaved a sigh, feeling defeated as I feel my hot breath touch my lips.

"No, it's not." I suddenly jolted.

Turning around, I saw a girl that's quite familiar, I scanned her, squinting my eyes, looking at her carefully, until my eyes lit up.

"You're Y/n friend!" I said as my voice mixed with the loud music around us.

"She's at her house! You can dance with her later when the event started on time if you go there now!" She said through the music at the back, muffling her voice. Not even a second, she's already walking away mixing with the crowds.

My heart smashes in my chest louder than the music in the background. I ran through the crowds as I feel my lips curl up, I bump into other people, but I mind them not, I interrupted the ones who tried to talk to me, but I never stopped on my steps as I near the exit, because I've made my decision.

I won't let her go now.

Huffling my breath as I run through the parking lot, looking for the car I borrowed from my father, shuffling my pockets looking for the keys as my hand shake from the things I've been feeling, I wasted no second and rode the streets making my way.

As I near the neighbourhood I've been through and walked through countless times, my heart could not stop skipping a beat, I'm at the point I think I'll die, and the watch on my right arm seems so loud in my ears.

Before I could even step out of the car, the door swung wide open, and there I saw her in her messy hair, she has her eyes wide open as she huff deep breaths.

"Come with me." My voice came out, it was trembling with my fingers and then I swallowed hard and stared at her wide eyes and slightly agape mouth, then her lips slowly curled up. And I might be mistaken but, I think she just stared at me lovingly, like she always does with those familiar passionate eyes, and I just know that those stares are only for me.

Y/n turned her back and run upstairs, thirty minutes later, I saw her in a light yellow dress just below her knee, and she wear silver slippers, and her hair was in braids in a high bun.

I sigh looking at her, I had never paid attention before, but now I could say that she was the prettiest girl I'd laid my eyes on.

My heart feels like swelling from joy, excitement and anxiety are all mixed. Then she walked down the staircase, and when she was closer she halted a  stop, I can feel her hot breath and it smells minty, and not even a minute I was already captivated.

•            •             •             •              •

Y/n's Pov

When I walked closer to him, joy and many other emotions were playing in my stomach, then I felt his hot breath touch my cheeks. I thought I might explode, he looks like a prince out of a fairytale.

I sighed, studying him, looking at his black orbs carefully, and it seems like they glisten beneath the dark sky.

"I'll come with you," I whispered just enough for him to hear and drag me in the passenger seat.

The ride was silent, while my cheeks burn and my insides twirled, then not long, heavy droplets touched the windows, and the car stopped.

I stayed silent waiting for him to say something, and then he runs his hands through his black hair and looked at me.

Everything seems to fade at the back when he held my hands.

"Would you like to dance with me?" His voice came out like a whisper, his hopeful eyes warms me up as I hear the small droplets of rain in the back of my mind while I hear the mixture of our silent breathing. I swallowed hard staring at him.

"On the storm?"

"On the storm." He quietly answered. Slowly his lips curved up, then the next thing I knew he was outside in the middle of the rain, running to my side and opening the door then not even a second, he dragged me to the pavement holding my hand as the loud rain drops filled both of our ears, then his warm hands held me by the waist pulling me closer and his body was against mine.

He stared deeply at my eyes until his warm lips captivated mine.

It was slow and warm, it was like a dream and I held him tightly, it lasted for minutes, and then he broke the kiss and held my left hand guiding me for a dance.

The dance was slow, I couldn't help but laugh and look at him again when I heard him giggle and my cheeks and ears burn even though we were all wet from the rain.

"I love you since a year ago..." A sigh silently left my lips.

"Up until now I still do, very, very much," I said hoping he'd hear my voice through the rain. I stayed my gaze on the pavement, and couldn't look at him, fearing I might cry.

Then I feel he let my arm go and held my chin making me catch his eyes. Then he advanced closer and hugged me tight.

"I'm sorry for not realising it early, but please, allow me to love you..." His silent trembling voice and the raindrops are the only things I can hear, and as I hear him, the words that left his mouth felt like a thousand emotions linger through.

"I love you Y/n..." His breath was warm in my ears as I heard him whisper slowly, and the beating of our hearts made harmony together with the rain, and surely the best dress I wear tonight was made to be danced in the middle of the storm, and the things all I could feel was the fearless love and longing for the guy in front of me.

I love you more Nishimura Riki.

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Occasus Solis

Pairings: Nishimura Riki X F!Reader

Genre: Angst.

Warning: None.

Description: Ni-ki is your boyfriend since middle school, it all started when his friends started shipping and teasing the both and it turned out Ni-ki had a crush on you since day one. Until you both go into a university you have each other's back, until it's finally time to graduate, to plan for your lives. But it seems like God has different plans. You may not be the one he'll spend all the rest of his life with, but you're still the one whom his heart embraced up until he grows old and his hair as grey as your time.

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Word count: 785 words.

++This fic is originally a Ni-ki and Sunoo fanfic, but I noticed it never got quite the attention I hoped for, and it was also written in taglish, so no wonder nobody read it. So I made this!! Enjoy!!++

Occasus Solis - "sunset ˈsənˌset" in Latin.

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I watch you and admire you this close. I hear you gasping looking at the setting sun, and I mindlessly stare at your twinkling eyes of stars, I sometimes wonder, "How can someone be this lovely?" Then I realized, maybe because you are the sunshine, that's why I can't take my eyes off of you, but also pains my eyes whenever I look at you, and they'll eventually water.

"Riki my Love, why are you crying?" Your voice ring through my ears, but it never went away, it just keep on repeating, repeating the wonders of your voice.

"Nothing Love, just wondering things..." I answered you with my almost breaking voice, trying to swallow the lumps of my throat that were trying so hard to stop me from spitting my thoughts out, with my hot tears running down my face, you stare at me, dropping your smile, then when the sunset lights hit your face, it made me realize our time is too short. For all people to leave, why would he pick you?

"Love...you should go rest." Those words came out of my mouth like a whisper, holding the rest of my tears from falling, and holding myself from closing my eyes, scared that you might suddenly fade away, scared that you might leave anytime soon, scared that I won't be seeing those wonderful twinkly eyes of yours that a person would not stop from staring at till those eyes of them burn, and that specific person is those eyes that it's been staring at now. I wonder, what if it was me, the one who'll go away, you might have the same feelings I've been holding for these past few months, I shouldn't have gone home, I shouldn't have left you, I shouldn't have believed you when you told me that you'll be fine, but in the end, you're not.

"Love...maybe- " your sentence was cut off by those silent cries of yours that made my throat burn even further, then you close your eyes, open them once again and look at me with your smile that hides your eyes.

"Maybe God saw that it's not now, there must be a next time, maybe it's not the right time yet, maybe this is a second chance for us to start a new life...in another world, in another time, and maybe in another body. ..but hopefully, never another us, and maybe God picked me first, Love." You told me those words, with a smile but your tears are falling. I kinda blame the sunset for making it so perfect for goodbyes.

"Why-....why you-" My breath was cut off with hiccups, I have now been hiccuping, forcing my cracked-up voice to come out, preventing myself from breaking any further, but I've seen more than enough of you breaking every day, every day you got thinner, every day you got less energetic, and every day those days end, our time got even shorter.

"We can't predict the future, but predicting it won't help, you'll just have to let it flow for how it is, and we have nothing to do with it." Now you're whipping my tears away, while your own eyes gleam with the sunset lights and sparkly tears that are too beautiful to be the end.

"What if-...what if- if there is no next life? What if I can't find you? What if we're born at the wrong time? Y/n what if it's the last time I'll be with you?" The last question made me cry harder and louder, and I am now trying to catch my breath.

" Just wait, and if you can still love...then don't be afraid to try and love someone new, it'll not make me angry nor sad Riki... it'll make me happier, that maybe there is something that'll make you happy, whenever reincarnation is real or not try to be happy in this life, because we cannot predict the future, so be happy even without me." You told me that, and I can still remember how perfectly shone those orange-purplish hews of lights hit your bright eyes with crystal tears flown by it.

But now I can't even look at you laying down there, at once looking so peaceful, but I am dreadful, I am hollow, I'm nothing but a body that's moving. I can't even go to where you are, and by any day's close, you'll be buried down, and hopefully be in a place where you and I will meet again, waiting, and hopefully somewhere where the sun rises with you, Sunshine.

I hope to meet you again, when the time favours us, finally and hopefully, my Sunshine.

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(oh my, oh my god!) CUPID iS SO DUMB! EP.08!

Tittle: Cupid is so dumb!•••

Pairing: Yang Jungwon X F!Reader

Warning: none

Genre: smau

Ep.08! Season!1

Niki's scream gets louder and louder while we can hear loud things falling, when suddenly the ladder beside me falls, causing me to scream also, as I run for the others. I heard Sunghoon hyung scream.

"SUNOO!!!! I'M SORRY!!!" That was what he said, and his messy screams followed.

After I turn my path to the left, I saw Sunoo hyung holding Geul's picture, Sunghoon Hyung's dog, he was about to rip it apart when a glass shattering sound and Niki's scream got louder, until our heads turn at the front and Niki was running closer to us while he screams and his voice cracking and as if tears are falling down his eyes.

"AGGGGGGHHHHH HYUNG!! HELP!!" But instead, we all four ran as fast as we can when a floating white sheet with blood splattered onto it, the size of a towel, was walking in our direction.

As all of us run, things like the lights turn off and on, and everything seems to fall from their place when a female laugh was heard.

"Hahaha!" The laugh was evil, a shiver runs through my spine, and probably Niki and the hyungs felt that.

"You fools!" It says, and the light turn very bright and all we can do was cover our eyes with our hands.

Until I felt a sting in my chest, and everything turned black.

Note: I forgot to post this yesterday 😭😭😭

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(oh my, oh my god!) CUPID iS SO DUMB! EP.08!

Tittle: Cupid is so dumb!•••

Pairing: Yang Jungwon X F!Reader

Warning: none

Genre: smau

Ep.08! Season!1

Niki's scream gets louder and louder while we can hear loud things falling, when suddenly the ladder beside me falls, causing me to scream also, as I run for the others. I heard Sunghoon hyung scream.

"SUNOO!!!! I'M SORRY!!!" That was what he said, and his messy screams followed.

After I turn my path to the left, I saw Sunoo hyung holding Geul's picture, Sunghoon Hyung's dog, he was about to rip it apart when a glass shattering sound and Niki's scream got louder, until our heads turn at the front and Niki was running closer to us while he screams and his voice cracking and as if tears are falling down his eyes.

"AGGGGGGHHHHH HYUNG!! HELP!!" But instead, we all four ran as fast as we can when a floating white sheet with blood splattered onto it, the size of a towel, was walking in our direction.

As all of us run, things like the lights turn off and on, and everything seems to fall from their place when a female laugh was heard.

"Hahaha!" The laugh was evil, a shiver runs through my spine, and probably Niki and the hyungs felt that.

"You fools!" It says, and the light turn very bright and all we can do was cover our eyes with our hands.

Until I felt a sting in my chest, and everything turned black.

Note: I forgot to post this yesterday 😭😭😭

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